What makes you happy?

Hallava wrote:My new headphones. They're not huge, expensive, or anything like that. Bun happen to block outside noise very efficiently. Today I couldn't hear people talking right next to me. No nothing, not a word, hint of a word, or mumbling.
Mmmm divine.

Cassandre wrote:May I ask the brand and model?

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.

Hallava wrote:But I would guess your market and selection is bigger than it is over here.

bobok wrote:I agree in thinking it's what art should do, 'shake one up', and change beyond point of no return

Cassandre wrote:How do you know what's my market?

Cassandre wrote:Hey you, I have to disagree somewhat with Kafka. I'm intensity driven but when I think where intensity has driven me in the past... All of my hardwiring has been leading me to the wrong kind of intensity.

bobok wrote: It felt like being in Hogwarts most of time. It was my favorite place in the world

Because you're using Kandinsky's language here. It's the same with most of these drawings. We despise ourselves so much that we consider our own point of view as trivial. But that's bulls*it! That's your father talking. Or whatever bad teachers you had before me.

You can tell if something is truthful even if you don't understand it. If it affects your body. Your liver and your bowels are more important as an artist than your eyes because they are so far away from your brain.