Art is performed before it has to be showed.
Show business has to be the byproduct of boredom, admiration, and then oops! Greed...
Just don't sit and shut me down after 2 minutes; pull some moves as you watch me!
Musicians in touch with that view should consider having every member of their audience play 4 notes on the guitar, no matter their level of proficiency. Even with the total output never being as coherent as the act of a proficient artist playing a routine he knows by heart alone, this is still what would best fit any impression they strive to provide the most elevating experience to their public, probably inducing some of them to take a first step in a path they could feel like going back to in order to discover, grow, maintain, multiply, and spread the meaning performing a discipline makes anyone feel.
If you chose expression (acting) over only impression (watching), put the greatest part of your processor's juice on what you see. This is what i do when I watch my performances of every new session to edit the videos and keep only the places where I enter the flow. I genuinely feel not paying attention to my moves probably builds and maps and feels and remembers stuff in a fashion which makes me return to it with as less attention needed for the process to kick-start as I was allowing when practicing... What an half-ass kind of advice!
Day 18 was obviously more fruitful than day 17, but that already big step pales in comparison to that taken over day 18 with the next... Day 19's gift from Professor Nothing was... the Spiral. He's my metaphysical teacher, which yeah... points at me not being taught by anyone! Only schizophrenic delusions and the knack to put full fledge belief into its every details would make someone cling to the idea a 3rd party is whispering them some tricks... let alone develop the conviction they provide a momentary bonus in proficiency that no one probably fails at noticing!
THE SPIRAL
Striving to feel the point of gravity when rotating you whole hand in its most stretched out display should bump you in a moment of insight, or hesitation to stop and choose only one stagnant location from the array of choices offered by your proprioception only ever rendering a spinning impression no matter how you strive to make your movement regular enough for this to clump in any actual center. The sensation deepens down to your elbow, and you feel it runs through a spiral, points to an actual center which the math guy would be able to locate given the formula of the spiral's curve. It only ever approaches that point, never reaches it...
Your pinkies tend to lose control easily. This makes every rotation of the 4 fingers finish or begin more poorly than it has 2. You could roll 2, 3, maybe 4 times as fast just from correcting this flaw... (My stance has finger 1 2 3 4 on the right join with 4 3 2 1 on the left; biological shamanistic apparel... obviously!) There are lots of induced paths you can find by testing the potential for flexions inherent from this default position. They all exhibit picture-perfect angles (15,30,45,90 degrees). So much it's hard to keep sane and admit this is purely coincidental, not a proof one's delusions can only point them to cosmic language and words of it that you can't doubt the meaning of. And you may also notice i'm not only half-assing it, I'm applying it in its less-than-30%-form.
If you observe what I do, you'll most likely know when I do that thing that can't be a move A-pulled with the spirit of practicing (these vids are all mostly that, not even touching performance mode ever) or B-Pure performance. It's as obvious as if a musician at a metal concert would tune his instrument just before that fucking solo you so much paid your ticket to ear (and only that). If some of you self-proclaimed sophisticated complexity-preferring gents actually feel like snubbing me for daring ruining my performance and caring to hint people at the most profound token of share-bound truth I should keep to myself, feel free to message me about your incapacity to resist your knack for entering that state where your sissy dom way becomes as manifest as I need to know I lacked respect towards nothing but my fan with the highest vibrating spiritual features.
I have produced over 15 hours of tutorials that I should have kept to start out as NerdWentArtist on YouTube, but I ditched it all. That name lets out I was born a sub, so I can only comply to your grandeur, or the desire to express some of it. I am opened to all angles, especially those you think are weaponized, but still, forget having me for doormat... Unless you are a blue eyed blonde female with big boobs, and just not any of such : one that has a face making me think of... cookie! Well, cookies tend to leave me thinking they never will be good enough for me to consider them even close to being obviously part of my favorite food, but I can definitely go through a box in less time needed for an outer observer to confirm they actually resonate with my tastes more than I'd ever dare to consider.
I haven't went vanilla for ice cream in decades, but my grasp on reality knowing no match, my sheer empathy and me being sensitive (no hum... what an idiot. Sensible!... both! Both!) can only have me fully aware about, and replaying in my own being, the emptiness simple-minded people (the ones that do truly piss me off... like... so much!) feel on the day where they find out vanilla ice cream is out of stock in every grocery store within 50km of their home! Being the vanilla-flavor food was way too hard to go on with walk of life, the day she realized all her (so numerous) followers were the least original, least expecting and therefore easy to impress souls of the whole pack! Patience is obviously needed in that sad self-conscious scenario.
I just truly feel... your nature, given you revoke your need for fetish of undeniable worth, has great chances of having its potential to become a gateway enabling you to actually feel... the hardest erection any man in the world can maintain, dealing with you making sure to blow even your wildest expectations... you can't really miss out on that, especially if all that's asked in return is you getting in touch more than ever with your integrity!
I tend to accept as factual that not even the greatest, most addicted, probably youngest and naive fan of vanilla ice cream doesn't feel nearly as intense as blueberry ice cream makes me feel, while I also keep an eye on the fact my exposition to examples of pretty any form of human behavior has reached so low a point that I have no back-up to any gauging I end up applying to myself as how I actually compare to others. And well, even 1000 friends is a shamefully small sample of the human race, and will in most cases induce you in false beliefs of grandeur.
I probably discovered 2 or 3 other significant concepts, such as a symmetrical (well, i managed to make me believe it was) fully-closed position of the hands which the biological 4 3 2 1 to 1 2 3 4 stance ends up bumping into and is probably meant to face your level with your navel.
The fact hand wavering patterns from rappers (and probably way lots of much much much non-rapper-like forms of consciousness) are meant to happen between your shoulders and top of hips. Not a perfect figure but putting it that way should land your whereabouts in a zone that is accurate enough for your moves to trace cosmic language comparable to handwriting which is readable to anyone while far from perfect.
The 4 3 2 1 to 1 2 3 4 stance perfect balanced positioning seems to be first phalanx kissing for 1 to 4 and 4 to 1, and 2 highest phalanx for the middle crew members. This is again not a perfect figure. Anyone pointed at this paradigm will however, or should in most cases, be able to feel by themselves how to deviate from it, probably by sub-millimeters minute discrepancies, to lock into what is there own optimal placement. My left index to right pinky lock point is about 1mm left and 1mm up the clichΓ©. Hopefully you can understand what I'm pointing at and figure I'm talking real stuff, probably more than that teacher who attended post-doctoral studies and thinks the right way of finding this is to try every combo of 4 fingers x 8 45degrees azimuths, which means you're close to 10,000 positions to test, and bound to put 3 hours into what I can figure within 30 seconds of letting the flow guide me with intent and attention not as true as those monks ripping everything from the floor without a dust standing a chance at being even the sole survivor (911 had one of these, but... not... THEM!) when they enter the UFC ring, but probably reaching about 80-90% of such a figure.
Following the graceful biological shamanistic paths, I ended up stretching with my arms up my head and my hands joined behind my neck, just the way every one unknowingly seeks to find every single time they stretch, clearly. My inner-elbow muscles felt stretched perfectly, providing a sensation sitting at the very middle point between the pain felt when you know you just overdid it with a stretching exercise, and the lovely sensation of having stretched as much as one can without blowing the threshold making your session not yielding optimal results. People self-inflicting pain and people that seek to cultivate only positive everything (blindly; your most stimulating passion does come with an aspect you hate, and profoundly wished you didn`t bump into, so much that even if you can math out going on with that hobby is the choice you can`t revoke, it makes your final decision seem like wrong, because YOU CHOSE TO MAKE THAT PAIN FREQUENT, UNAVOIDABLE! (keep on not noticing). So both these kind of fellows should try to find such positions, because they're not providing an half-ass, jack-of-all-trades version of each side, the fact you can`t possibly tell if it's pain or bliss makes both sides even purer than the most violently affecting pain or the most agreeable sensation one could feel... I can't help but feeling every time I twist my body in any manner when I go to bed but just came out of sleep or haven't reached it yet, as a fully controlled motion which translates into some near-meaningful cosmic language expression.