Massive thank you to Jazz Emu and Fin's Contingency Plan for their respective enablement of this video! My favourite songs from them: Jazz Emu - I Would Rather kzfaq.info/get/bejne/e8iUmLmZtafGnac.html Highly commended: The Strahtkhaf Combo, Everlight Fin's Contingency Plan - Where's The Body? kzfaq.info/get/bejne/jZ2Zf8p51Ku2pps.html Highly commended: Sorry, Mister Williams!, Green Dream

Seriously. Genuinely. Sincerely. Thank you for making this. You were absolutely meant to be doing this.

Holy shit… this took me on a ride I wasn’t ready for. If you’re still wondering whether you’ve touched someone’s soul… you have now.

There is something about the strangely cozy atmosphere of this video combined with the sincerity of your prose that completely absorbed me and held my attention throughout. The most interesting part for me was the pact of generosity - I can't describe it very well but you have this way of delivering the clincher on your points by just straight up speaking from your heart when it's least expected. It's really quite effective at getting your ideas across in a way that's emotionally engaging. It's surprisingly sincere.

SO well made :O and it hits on a lot of honest truths & feelings. It's inspiring! And i think i'll have to rewatch it once or twice. ryo-maybe's quote at the end is so real, because frivolity is the spice of life. if it's "frankly trite", all the better!

Part 2 was particularly profound for me. There's a book I read called "Daring Greatly" by Brenè Brown which is a book about vulnerability. In her book, she describes vulnerability as "stepping into an arena". As you were speaking, I was imagining you daring greatly and stepping into the arena (KZfaq) for all to see. I was also imagining this "leaking wound" you described as the anxiety, fear, shame and guilt leaving your body and embracing your authentic creative self.

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The bit at the end about touching someone's soul, that's really close to what art is about for me. I've been describing it for years as the only way human beings truly feel not alone. The human condition is that we're all trapped in our own minds, and do not perceive the outside world or others directly. We don't even experience our own raw senses. We experience our brain's subjective interpretation of sensory data. It goes through filters and modifications before it gets to what we experience. This is why phantom limb pain exists, and can be treated with mirror therapy. It's why pareidolia exists. Or sleep paralysis. And direct communication with other people is similarly flawed. We can have conversations with others where we share our thoughts and feelings. I can compare notes with someone and find that we've been through similar experiences. But did they feel the same about those experiences? We can use words to describe those feelings, but do those words mean the same things to us? Somebody can say they understand, but do they understand or do they just think they understand and want me to think they understand? I can be in theoretically perfect company, and still feel alone. I can fail to feel a connection of shared experience with someone who I should in objective terms feel kinship with. I can only guess and hope that another person understands my thoughts and feelings and I can understand theirs. But... just to pick one of many personal examples I could draw on, when I hear this Epica verse Hope is a desert running dry Deep inside You refuse to face the facts, But pray for life Find salvation in distress We will wait For the day you'll break out and Re-awake I think you recognize my screen name and remember what brought me to your channel. I've listened to this verse countless times when brooding about my past abusive relationship, during and after that period of my life. The funny thing is, it's not even a song about that. This is from a concept album about religion. It doesn't even have to be about the same subject. When I hear the delivery of these words matched with the music, I know that even if it's about a completely different subject, the experience it's describing is the same. I will likely never meet the people who wrote and performed this song, but just the existence of it provides comfort that I can know 100% that someone in this world understands an experience that's part of who I am. They probably haven't even been through anything close to the same situation. It doesn't matter, because I can listen to this and know that regardless of why or how, they have created something that replicates the experience of that set of thoughts and feelings. I can know that they *get it*, or they couldn't have made this. And as such, I'm not alone. And I can share my connection with this song with someone else, and if they feel the same connection to it, we can both have a better idea that we have a real connection with each other. And that's what art and culture are about. Truly finding each other and proving to one another that we're not alone.

Have you ever seen A Ghost Story? It looks like a spooky ghost story but it morphs several times into a romance, an existentialist shrug, and then transforms into, surprisingly, a fun little thought about art.

I laughed so hard at 6 minutes. I'm not the sort of person to laugh out loud except for gallows humor and cosmic satire and deserved irony. Dissatisfaction is the mother of creativity. Why else would a person conjure an arrangement unless the existing arrangements were not enough to satisfy their needs or expectations? Women put on makeup because their appearance doesn't meet their expectations of their own appearance. People create a song because an emotion they have is not sufficiently conveyed otherwise or not conveyed to enough other people to fulfill their need to feel understood or empathized with. To the largest degree, the existential crisis is the driver of art, but the existential crisis is also the driver of drug use, bad relationships, mental health problems, and pursuit of religion. I watched your video riveted. It might explain my aversion to produce art myself. On another topic, I have been interested in the confusion of people producing art..... for money. My best explanation is that people use creativity to construct art, but only a degree of the construction becomes art. Art, as I define it, is a communication that skirts the limitations of time, place, physicality, and obvious appearance. I imagine that the same dilemma that a video producer faces with the humunculus is the same problem the painter feels with a canvas filled with thousands of aspects of interplay of colors or a song writer anguishing over appropriate amounts of feedback and embellishment. People are encouraged NOT to be dissatisfied, or, at least, encouraged not to communicate their dissatisfaction obviously, and that, I think, contributes to the feelings of being bottled up. It also imposes on us the need to skirt past that limitation as well and use art. That is why art thrives under oppression. Maybe stand up comics need hecklers.

God... This is so beautiful.

Having subscribed off the back of your level clear vid (and watched it more than once) I’m gonna go out on a limb and say you have more than two great videos. Loving the use of JE (I have tickets to see him soon!) Really enjoy your stuff you’re braver than I think I could possibly be but you still make me want to totally switch up my life. Thank you

This is genious. I love it. Keep going.