I was not expecting to spend my Sunday in an emergency ward. One of the most painful experiences I have ever had but the staff at Royal Melbourne were able to get me through that and back on my feet so many thanks go to them.
So I’m stuck in a maze, there is a Minotaur in here somewhere and I suspect it is tracking me down using the trail of string I left to find my way back out … At least that’s what it feels like.
#mythologicalworldproblems
Looked at Louie Palu An appropriate choice for Rememberance Day
Listening to Baby Animals getting the unplugged treatment on “Il Grande Silenzio”
Why is it that a shorter week means we have to cram a full week’s work into fewer days? While I’m in a questioning mood, why is it so hard to photograph a match head?
I didn’t have to do much apart from being in the right place at the right time and actively looking at my surroundings. These leaves are as I found them, my only choices were the composition and exposure. I was so caught up in the leaves that I failed to notice the bird shaped shadow until I looked at the image on a larger screen
Transitions are tough things to manage when it’s just you. The more people you add, the harder it gets. In my humble opinion t may be easier to juggle water.
Looked at an exhibition of work by Silvia Silletto called Exquisite ladder held at the Noir Darkroom in Coburg. After I left, I was reminded of this quote;
”Art is a conversation. And if there’s no conversation, what the hell is it about?”
Lawrence Weiner.
I had a great conversation with Jessica, who is the driving force behind Noir Darkroom about analogue photography and the renewed interest in the medium.
Listening to a lot of game soundtracks lately as an alternative to the time sink that occurs when you get caught up in playing them…
Dear reader, I have bled every single emotion and I have tried my best to put them in these pages. I will write until you run out of tears to find in these words. Tears that are products of every dote you lost, products of so much affliction that they never had enough strength left to carve their path tracing down your cheeks. And I will be honest with you to say that I am not there with you. Truth be told, I am mostly not in these writings. In fact, I have never been in any real relationship that I wander at the thought of whether I have any right to write about these things. But I am a wallflower, in the eighteen years that I have lived I have seen the people around me break so hard that they crumble back to their cradle. Love is a different kind of war but as long as I am standing I will give a hand to those who have fallen. These writings are not about me, despite most being written in first person. I want you to find yourself in them. I want you to find yourself and get yourself back.
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