Monkey Mind
"... But all the roads lead to chaos"
We’ve all been there. We have an idea, a problem or a situation. Maybe we just woke up and are sitting there trying to gather the determination to go up and face the world. All of a sudden, our brain goes freaking nuts. It starts yapping and jumping and showing us all the possible ways things might go wrong or go right, or not go at all, and we just stare at the chaos with a slight sense of panic beating in our eardrums.
That’s our Monkey Mind doing its thing. Sometimes our brains seem to be working for The Enemy, actively conspiring to not let us get ahead. To not let us get up. They just beat us up with five thousand different hands and let us frozen in the middle of the highway with the faint sense that we should have done or said or thought something different.
This is my idea of how that looks. A primal thing, showing us all the possible alternatives at once, not letting us choose, and killing our old, meaning-building machinery. Making it spit only nonsense and static, frozen and dead under the red glow of chaos. This is Monkey Mind.
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Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this just means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures if you don’t believe me. And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
"... But all the roads lead to chaos"
We’ve all been there. We have an idea, a problem or a situation. Maybe we just woke up and are sitting there trying to gather the determination to go up and face the world. All of a sudden, our brain goes freaking nuts. It starts yapping and jumping and showing us all the possible ways things might go wrong or go right, or not go at all, and we just stare at the chaos with a slight sense of panic beating in our eardrums.
That’s our Monkey Mind doing its thing. Sometimes our brains seem to be working for The Enemy, actively conspiring to not let us get ahead. To not let us get up. They just beat us up with five thousand different hands and let us frozen in the middle of the highway with the faint sense that we should have done or said or thought something different.
This is my idea of how that looks. A primal thing, showing us all the possible alternatives at once, not letting us choose, and killing our old, meaning-building machinery. Making it spit only nonsense and static, frozen and dead under the red glow of chaos. This is Monkey Mind.
——
Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this just means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures if you don’t believe me. And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
"... But all the roads lead to chaos"
We’ve all been there. We have an idea, a problem or a situation. Maybe we just woke up and are sitting there trying to gather the determination to go up and face the world. All of a sudden, our brain goes freaking nuts. It starts yapping and jumping and showing us all the possible ways things might go wrong or go right, or not go at all, and we just stare at the chaos with a slight sense of panic beating in our eardrums.
That’s our Monkey Mind doing its thing. Sometimes our brains seem to be working for The Enemy, actively conspiring to not let us get ahead. To not let us get up. They just beat us up with five thousand different hands and let us frozen in the middle of the highway with the faint sense that we should have done or said or thought something different.
This is my idea of how that looks. A primal thing, showing us all the possible alternatives at once, not letting us choose, and killing our old, meaning-building machinery. Making it spit only nonsense and static, frozen and dead under the red glow of chaos. This is Monkey Mind.
——
Now, for the technical details...
As usual, these prints are lovingly crafted by me, printed on 320 gsm, cotton archival paper (that’s just a fancy way to say the paper is really awesome and warm and thick, with a lovely, velvety texture and creamy colour), using archival inks (this just means this thing won’t fade in a hundred years. I’m serious. Treat it with a bit of care, and it will last a lifetime), using The Black Beast, my trusty 250 pounds of a Canon Printer.
tl;dr: the prints are really, really pretty, and the quality is top-notch. Just look at the pictures if you don’t believe me. And if you’ve bought a print from me before, you know what to expect.
