This is the 1950s version of ‘this is your brain on drugs.’ The drawing is from a series of sketches done by a man under the influence of LSD, part of a government experiment on the effects of the drug.
This is the 1950s version of ‘this is your brain on drugs.’ The drawing is from a series of sketches done by a man under the influence of LSD, part of a government experiment on the effects of the drug.
Whoa. Craziness. And I thought some pictures I’ve seen done by schizophrenics were out there.
So it DOES make you a better artist!
Hehehe… just kidding.
It’s funny, because the stuff he was mumbling during the heaviest portions of his trip was very similar to so many of the song lyrics I’ve read… it really makes me wonder if this is where post-modern creativity really comes from. We just take drugs and record the random crap that comes out and sell it.
Dang, that’s messed up.
Funny thing is that I know some artists who make stuff like that without the drugs. Wonder what their “Trip Art” would look like.
Didn’t one of The Beatles get high and claim to have learned the meaning of life only to forget it as soon as his trip was over? I think he was planning on recording himself during his next drug trip…don’t remember what happened after that. Josh…you’re the one who told me this, can you clarify???
Are you thinking of The Man on the Flaming Pie the appeared to John Lennon? That was a dream, supposedly. He came down on this flaming pie and said, “You are to be called The Beatles.” So they were.
Or that’s how the legend goes.
I don’t recall the meaning of life thing.
Heh, a lot of postmoderns did use drugs to achieve their “creative works.” Still, creativity usually allows you to think in different, sometimes very different ways than most do, which can be revalatory, prophetic, or hallucegenic (or all of the above).
Steph, I don’t know if the Beatles had a similar story, but I know I told you and Josh about the Edge’s experience with the meaning of life. He was really drunk one night, and the meaning of life came to him. Through the alcoholic haze, he remembered how this happens to people, and how they always forget it when they sober up. To counteract this, he found a tape recorder and recorded the meaning of life into it.
When he woke up, the headache didn’t stop him from remembering he had discovered the meaning of life, so he ran over to the tape recorder. When he played the tape, however, the slurring and mumblings he heard were incoherent.
Why, oh why can’t the meaning of life come with a simple operating manual (and not in French! What the heck is le grill?)?!!!
Yes! How the heck did I mix-up The Edge with The Beatles??? Maybe I’m the one on acid…. Anyway, that’s an awesome story. I wish that his recording was understandable…I’d love to have heard what he said for kicks. Hee hee.
“The meaning… of life… is whshbuvm… agrommmrrrbgam… swivaaar mabafff….”
I AM LOOKING FOR EXAMPLES OF ART DONE BY SCHIZOPHRENIC PATIENTS… ANY SUGGESTIONS???