Chaos Versus Order

My Chaos Versus Order rant came out of my introduction to art school. See, back in the day, I was EXTREMELY sloppy... as opposed to just a little sloppy, which I continue to be as I type these words.

I used to pride myself on my unbelievable creativity, and ability to snatch ideas from... decorum says I should call it 'the usual place.' But I think we all know where it really is. I figured that my ideas would carry my work, and my ability to explain why I do what I do would compensate for my absolute lack of technical skills. It didn't, but for a time, my internal order and chaos duked it out.

Thomas Edison was fond of saying that ideas are in the air. I won't go into a detailed discussion of the 'perfect genesis' or any other such ethereal, ephemeral nonsense. But let it be known that my hands are not, and may never be of the skill level necessary to carry my best visions into their best versions in the physical realm. But the ideas DO NOT STOP.

A few moments before I wrote these words, I had an idea for potato chip flavored chewing gum. Why? I haven't the foggiest. I wasn't in the presence of either food item, and I haven't had a chip in... at least a few weeks. I barely ever chew gum, either. Just illustrating how the ideas just don't stop coming. I could bury myself in the half-realized visions of what could be. Instead, I attempt to only moderately dust myself in the most realized visions I can produce.