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Sionainn Lindsay
01 January 2017 @ 01:01 am
— noun
1. a cave dweller, esp one of the prehistoric peoples thought to have lived in caves
2. informal a person who lives alone and appears eccentric
Current Mood: amused
Sionainn Lindsay
05 March 2011 @ 12:41 am
The Troglodyte is a musician, and a writer, and a painter, and one of those people who procrastinates on doing all these things by writing blog entries.

Technically this counts as writing though, right?

Regardless though, it is undeniable that procrastination is the Troglodyte's worst enemy. Living in a cave, one would think that there wouldn't be a need to worry about getting things done, but I feel as if I could never get everything I needed to get done, even if I never procrastinated. Which of course is impossible.

Procrastination aside, I find myself instead with the dilemma of: what is it that I need to get done?

Everybody has lists. Whether they are physical or metaphorical, or even subconscious, everybody has at least one. Things to do, stuff to achieve, items to collect, the great big DO NOT list. I have too may lists too keep track of, and one looming question: Are they important?

I'm beginning to think that half of those things I need to do, I don't need to do at all.

Current Mood: anxious
Sionainn Lindsay
12 February 2011 @ 02:25 am
The life of the Troglodyte isn't always easy. Cicandian rhythms are a legend, by most standards so is the social life, and her friends often mistake her for a vampire because she has a distaste towards sunlight.

Of course, things have not always been this way. When I was young, things were just happier, brighter; there was simply more hope. Yes that is correct, the Troglodyte is secretly an 80-year-old woman.

Today we live in a world where the major form of communication is to jump onto the nearest internet connected device (because to say computer would be totally incorrect in this day and age) and perhaps 'like' something our friends have been too busy posting about doing, to actually get much of the doing done. In the current world, it seems I am not the only one metaphorically living in a cave.

But when I was younger , the only person living in a cave was THE GODDAMN BATMAN -- and that was only because he was awesome! So, are we more awesome now with all this cave dwelling? Surely not, the 80-year-old woman in me is saying.

To take a look at the issue of the fast evolving world that seems to be dehumanizing us all in to batmens, let us look at what we entertain ourselves with: I'm going to focus on books here for the simple fact that, well, the Troglodyte is also a worm.

In my youth I read a wonderful series of friendship and triumph of good over evil in epic adventure quests (Deltora Quest), and now the youth of the world indulges in the bloody and gruesome murder of children for entertainment (The Hunger Games). Of course, the themes have gotten darker, as has much else in the world, but to be honest both series are brilliant, and they both have a place on my bookshelf.

But awesomity doesn't necessarily make it a good thing. Mushroom clouds look stunning after all, but they are anything but good. Is shrouding ourselves in death and destruction, and lessening our contact with one another something that can be positive at all?

However upon closer inspection, it is easy to find that not everything is getting darker, in fact some things are so bright they are sparkling! If you have not yet figured as to what I refer to, then the hole you have been living in is a lot deeper than mine. It's Twilight of course, but any other current series entailing the supernatural and vampires pretty much goes here too. Looking back at older Vampire fiction (Dracula) it seems that today's Vampires have been more preoccupied on devouring horny goat weed as opposed to blood. The violent monsters they used to be have been transformed into the lovable bad boys.

And of course this can pretty much go for anything in life. If something goes up, something has got to come down. It's all just a matter of balance.

The world was certainly very different during my childhood, but that doesn't make it better or even worse.
Sionainn Lindsay
25 June 2010 @ 02:34 am
The above photo is not new, and it is not even really pretty to look at, but it is probably one of the only pieces of photography that has any kind of real meaning to it. It was taken about six months after the Black Saturday bushfires, in the Churchill-Jeeralang zone. It was all that was left of a book on how to paint.

 I never really share my photography around the great world wide web -- or at all for that matter. It's never been a conscious decision on my part, it just seems that I've never felt it to be interesting/good enough to share, which of course made me realise that, despite the fact I upload artwork and the like to places like dA, I don't really share much of anything. Of all the things I have given a half-hearted attempt at showing people however, my photography probably would have been the easiest. I spent four years studying it at high school: I know how to talk about it in great detail. In the end I think it's simply been a matter of I just don't care about it enough to even want to talk about it anymore. Lately however, the urge to start documenting my life again has cropped up.

I spent a large quantity of my early adolescence photographing nearly everything. Perhaps it was because I had yet to discover that pencils and tablets existed, but, regardless of why, I would have taken hundreds of photos nearly every month. Of course, the majority were rubbish, but they represented parts of my life and thoughts and feelings that I will never be able to latch back onto.

I’m probably getting nostalgic, but I have a love for disconnected memories, and a lot of old photographs have a great way of providing that. For the past few years however, I have a lacking amount of photography, and have to make do with old notes to reconnect with the past. My notes are only good for certain aspects of my life however, so here I am again making another useless goal to do more of something: I bought a good SLR, so I should use the darned thing anyway.

Also, mostly, I just need an excuse to actually take my photos off the SD card, since it is starting to complain about being full.

Current Location: Somewhere
Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Music: The Hoosiers
Sionainn Lindsay
15 April 2010 @ 09:26 am
Aaahhh LJ you kidnapped my cat and are selling him as a virtual gift. D:
Current Location: Uni
Current Mood: :D
Current Music: iTunes
Sionainn Lindsay
So Nime's journal over on dA, concerning an artists own perception on beauty, got me wanting to try out making my own composites because I am bored and have nothing better to do since I had actually already come across the Beauty Check research through my psych studies. Pretty much the more generic looking you are the more beautiful you are considered, but taking a personal perspective on it, I think, make things a little more interesting.

Personally I don't really make goals of drawing people I think would be attractive as such -- perhaps because my drawings/paintings are all based on characters -- but then there is always the point of creating something that is enjoyable to look at, and, whether people draw/paint character work, there will always be something of themselves in their work anyway. 

Female                                                        Male

So what would Freud say? So what does this say about me? Pretty much that I waste too much time drawing and painting when I should be reading my psychology readings and actually learning something useful.

Art flop is fun D: