So, you're asking about my dive into "occult painters," huh? Let me tell you, it was a trip, and not always the magical kind I was hoping for. It all started a few years back. I was scrolling, you know how it is, and kept seeing these images – dark, full of symbols, kinda creepy but also super intriguing. I thought, wow, there's gotta be something deep there.
My first step was, naturally, to try and figure out what the heck "occult" even meant in painting. I grabbed some books, spent ages online. And what did I find? A whole lot of smoke and mirrors, mostly. Everyone had a different definition. Some said it was about secret societies, others about personal spiritual journeys, some just liked drawing goats with weird eyes. It was a mess.
My Big "Artistic" Experiment
Then I got this bright idea: I’m gonna try it myself! Yeah, I actually went out, bought some cheap canvases, some dark-colored paints. I figured if I just, like, meditated on a pentagram or something, the inspiration would flow. My practice sessions were... something else. I’d light a candle, put on some spooky music, and try to channel whatever these occult masters were channeling.
Here’s what I actually did:
- I spent hours staring at symbols, trying to "feel" their meaning. Most of the time, I just got a headache.
- I attempted to replicate some styles. My paintings looked less like "hidden mysteries unveiled" and more like "my cat walked through wet paint."
- I tried to imbue my "art" with meaning. I'd pick a symbol, say, an ouroboros, and try to make a whole painting about eternity. It ended up looking like a confused snake.
The whole process was incredibly frustrating. I was expecting to unlock some hidden part of my brain, or at least create something that looked vaguely mystical. Nope. Just smudged paint and a growing suspicion that maybe I wasn’t cut out for this secret art society.
And the online communities? Don't even get me started. You've got folks acting like they're the high priests of art, guarding these "ancient techniques." Ask a simple question, and you either get ignored or hit with a wall of jargon that makes no sense. It felt like everyone was just trying to out-occult each other. It was all performance, most of it.
I remember this one dude, he was selling prints. Claimed each brushstroke was guided by an entity from the fifth dimension. Charged a fortune for it too. I looked at his stuff – it was okay, kinda dark, but fifth dimension? Come on, man. I bet he just spilled some coffee on a canvas and decided to roll with it.
So, after months of this "practice," trying to decipher, trying to create, I kind of just... stopped. I realized I was chasing a ghost. These "occult painters," some of them are genuinely talented artists who explore dark themes or personal spirituality. That's cool. But a lot of the "occult" label? It felt like marketing. It felt like a way to make ordinary weirdness sound more profound than it actually was.
My big takeaway? There’s no secret handshake, no magic formula you learn. Most of these painters are just people, painting things that interest them. Sometimes it’s symbolic, sometimes it’s just because it looks cool and edgy. I still look at the art sometimes, but now I don't go digging for some grand, hidden truth. If it looks good, it looks good. If it makes me think, great. But I’m not expecting it to reveal the secrets of the universe anymore. My art supplies? They’re still in the closet, gathering dust. Maybe one day I’ll try to paint a nice landscape instead. Probably less fifth-dimensional entities involved in that, I reckon.
