okay, this is the most vulnerable thing I’ve ever shared with the world, but it must be done.
for anyone who finds value in the personal story & meaning of art - here is the lore of ChonkyFrog. if you want to know, this is everything you need to know:
girl meets frog:
my efforts to live in line with the narrative led me astray, basically since the time I was born. I will spare you the details.
wherever there was a path I was encouraged to follow for its rewards or safety, I followed it and subsequently lost more of myself. no rewards. life was really bad a lot of the time.
eventually, I fell into the void. this isn’t a good place to be.
but every time I tried to get out of it, something ridiculous in my life would happen that would make my specific efforts moot. most recently, it got really intense and went on for like, two years straight.
let me try to explain this: when you get held down in the void despite every possible effort to get out, you can’t unsee the void.
the void starts emerging in everything, since nothing covers it up anymore. that’s just how it goes.
at first I thought I was going to die - not in a morbid intentional way or anything, but in a “I actually feel like I’m dying” kind of way. that’s what being in the void too long does to you.
but I couldn’t get out! every positive thought & action made it worse.
at some point I finally let myself descend. maybe there’d be something of value in there. plus, I’m very tired, so okay fine - I’ll listen to the weird signs that seem to be telling me to just let go and descend.
so I did. I thought I was dying, but not in a physical way. if you know this, then you know. if you don’t, you’re probably not going to get it. just bear with me here.
in the void, when I thought I was dying, I saw lots of weird things.
I felt weird, became weird, let it happen, etc.
then I saw/felt/experienced some glimpses of stability & clarity.
at first I just felt it here and there. like light & peaceful silence. but I knew it was worth investigating.
then it began taking shape as a really round rain frog, I kid you not.
picture this: round rain frog floating in space, simply living life as one ordinarily would despite close proximity to a black hole - that kind of thing.
when I had these visions (if you can call it that) of this really chonky rain frog just like, tending to its own daily life in the void… something shifted in me.
it was profound, but most people I explain this to just don’t understand. I get it though, because this profound, life changing experience appears as a frog. it’s not some equally profound visual like the angelic hero you see in movies or great novels. just frog.
there’s nothing more to it, even though people want there to be something more, or want it to be something else entirely to answer their own questions in a satisfactory way.
anyway, I began painting these visions in their various forms - rain frogs existing unbothered in the void, rain frogs doing ordinary things, rain frogs this, rain frogs that.
and alongside this new creative focus, I was suddenly out of the void.
but I still see the void everywhere, beyond everything and within everything. now however, its presence doesn’t eat me alive. it’s not devouring anymore. it’s actually quite complementary to ‘normal’ life in the world.
it seems that by witnessing this frog thing and giving form to it through art, I can now live with the void. life feels different since this happened, but in a fulfilling way.
it feels like blockages are cleared, from no effort on my own part. no narrative needed. no rewards, no punishments. river flows freely again.
I have no desire to ‘figure out’ why that is so, it just simply is and that’s enough.
well, that’s the personal meaning behind these frogs.
they are truly the treasure of my life, in the most profound way - but I also recognize that this probably won’t be communicated very well on my part.
I mean, how can you prove this kind of thing to others when the entire manifestation of it is something seemingly meaningless?
like, really? rain frog = life’s essence? this isn’t widely accepted, and I don’t expect it to be. it’s just my own expression of it.
I think you can only ‘get it’ if you’ve experienced it yourself, in your own way.
but the magic is, that somehow, in every uniquely individual experience of this kind of stuff - there’s always a universal ‘getting it’ afterwards. that to me is so mysterious and cool.
that’s what I hope to communicate and connect through these frogs. whether people resonate with this particular story/experience of mine, or just feel influenced by the art’s visual presence - I hope these frogs translate the essence of life’s potential, even in the crippling experience of the void.
because that to me is the most hopeful, profound, & transformative thing I’ve ever experienced. and I think that’s why I'm continuously compelled to make these frogs - even though my rational mind & persona tells me its the most useless thing. narrative says “this frog thing will ruin everything you’ve ever built” with utmost conviction.
but the experience of life tells you everything you need to know, if only you can bear to trust it.
I think that’s it. thanks for reading.
- jasmine
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I get it. I have the same but my thing is going out in nature and having a bath every day, 365. Done 867 days now. Thanks for writing this, it put into words what I could not about my own project. All love