The sky has been drawing my eye this week, providing a range of colour and emotion.
It took five hours from the time I first saw this faded sign for the sun to get in the right place to cast the shadows from the peeled paint like I know it would.
This is what I saw earlier in the morning and as the light was behind the sign there was not a lot I could do with it then and there. It always pays to think about where the light is and where it can and will be.
Now I could have sat there and waited but I found other things to do. Patience in this case is more like knowing something will come and being ready for it rather than just giving up and walking away…
I spend too much time looking at me feet… Doing that showed me two things;
To do that, I know I need to fail a lot, doing what does not work to get to what does. When your subject is inanimate, rework is not an issue. Being rejected by a potential sitter does not bother me as much as disappointing that person who is giving up their time.
The reality is that will happen and the sooner I work through it the sooner I will get some progress.
There is this rising sense of creative frustration I’m experiencing lately that needs breaking with some urgency.
The time I freed up when study finished has been sucked up by things I could say no to or defer when I was studying. I do get little things done but there are no blocks of time to commit to more and that’s the reason I have not put up a new project lately. Carrying a DSLR daily and not getting time to use it simply adds to this friction I feel. I just can’t get it together and make something happen and since I was looking forward to doing that it feels like the goals are being moved further away.
The simplest action is to take some leave but that is too complicated at present. It would be easy to stop but that’s not my way. I will wait, chip away at the edges of things and do what I can to go further.
Edwood has gained some some companions. (Yes, the white one is a Ninja)
Just as they are three there are also only three days left on the machines and technology theme. I did not really get anywhere with this and that’s unfortunate.
For Black And White Lovers
by Lize Bard
You could say that I am a struggling artist of some sorts...
travel and adventure
Image your Life
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.