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Finding out about _why blew my mind. This is the niche!! ______ left too big of a mark on me (that I don't feel too comfortable with). Whether I like it or not, that gap exists; I do want to explore art and I do want it to be related to the main passion in my life: programming I guess?
I'm kidna ashamed to say out loud that my passion is programming. It sounds annoying. Maybe that's part of the problem. Would a better word make me feel more content with my passion?
They all sound terrible
I think I don't get poetry and visual arts
The only forms of art that have made me feel extreme emotion so far are music and short stories. I'm interested in making music, not so much in short stories. But it could be fun!
Like, I'm capable of appreciating pretty drawings and witty word plays and succint descriptions of moods, but I haven't been moved by them yet like I have been moved by some music and some text pieces. _why's works are the first text pieces that have moved me. Specifically, this summary of _why's jerktoasters story is my favorite piece as of this writing:
The jerktoasters are a group of people who have decided to annihilate their identities completely. They’ve burnt their birth certificates, erased their records, etc. They sit in the dark, as silhouettes, fielding questions from the culturally-omniscient talk show host. To the obvious one–why would anyone want to do this kind of thing?–they answer as a group: “We don’t want to answer that question.”
Eventually a frustrated Oprah, impatient with the anonymous bunch’s refusal to be normal, to give us an explanation–has a producer turn on the stage lights to reveal their identities. To get some answers. But after the switch is flipped, the jerktoasters are all slumped in their chairs, dead!
We see that they’re all connected via tubes to a weird machine with a “light sensor.”
The light killed them. Anonymity was jerry-rigged as a necessary condition for their survival.
taken from this article by Kev Watters
I'm not yet able to articulate why I like this piece so much! Is this usually what happens?
The problems I solve what code are mundane. Skimming through my GitHub, the most exciting things I've written are a web-to-epub website and a copypasta CRUD app.
They were fun to make and the problems are real! I still enjoy these fruits to this very day. But they aren't very artsy by themselves. Or?
My domain of interest is fine by itself. I didn't make these problems up; they are real to me. But they don't leave a lot of room for art talk. But I wasn't going to talk about the problem domain. We wanted to talk about the process itself of coding. Art can be made about the process of creation. I just need to figure out what differs coding from other forms of creation, and whether coding is an art itself (I tend to think that it isn't).
Can programming be stretched to fit the definition of creation, like, in a romantic god-like sense? In a sense that makes it a sufficient subject for art?
I'm about to have an interesting journey, that's for sure
