People think in strings and make knots themselves.
I wonder if I could do that? I've always loved building stuff. Tangibly, the knots I make with my hands are top fucking notch, but with my brain? I mean, I could do it...
No I couldn't. Goddamn it, even when I build stuff I start with a fucking knot and work my way backwards. Like in sewing. I don't use patterns, never have. But I think of something, realize I want to make it, and then I make it. Simple as that.
Very, very rarely do I see something that inspires a design, because with me, the design was always there, waiting for me to find it.
I kind of wish it was the other way around. I would feel more creative, for sure. I could never be a painter and let the art unfold into its own creation, where I'm clueless towards the outcome. No. For me, I know the outcome, and I need to figure out how I got there.
And all of this reminds me of a poem that I loved in college, and it didn't hit me until I typed "painter" (and I don't like poetry) but I supremely identified with it, and I wonder if it's been stuck in the back there the whole time just waiting to come back out and play? Like a puppy?
Because I'm untangling my knot of art and bullshit and finding out where this came from, even though "people think in strings?" is relatively knew [new], but I should have known [nown?], because I'm familiar with The String Theory, which is amazingly similar, and I love seeing how things connect, but in my head I never connect one with the other myself, I just discovered the connection that already existed.
So what have we learned? I am a Detective, rather than an Inventor. So weird. I always thought I was an Inventor.
See? You get it.
But read it. The poem. You probably already know it. Here you go.