Will You
Meet me on the other side?
A photograph of a very old barn on the out skirts of Fresno County. I love old, rusted, falling apart things. There is history here and I find it all so interesting. I wonder so many times about who once occupied this space, who walked through this door day in and day out. Even with the little things you find laying around you still wonder about it all. I love history and the stories that have been told..the stories that have yet to be said as well.
Life has been good, or I should I feel good. You can get so wound up in your own thoughts, in your own bullshit that it feels like the blood has been cut off to your brain. All you want is to let it go and feel peace with in yourself. Taking steps is all you can do. It's not going to happen over night, but the best part about it is...it does happen.
I am back in school and already have a photo assignment due. It's been a great class so far and I only expect for it to get even better. We have been focusing a lot on Blocks of Creativity. How we limit ourselves or don't feel free to just let it all loose. A fear that we have, the need for acceptance by others or whatever the reason may be. For this particular assignment we are to turn in work on two subjects. One being Concept, the other Intuitive. I see myself as more the intuitive photographer, grabbing what ever is around me with out plan, but then again, I also pre-plan some of my images as well. It's a balance I think. I found my self at a block with this until last night. I read the reasons as to what would give us that "block" and just thought to myself, don't try so hard, just do what you do..everything will fall into place. For anyone who knows creative blocking I'm sure you can relate to the frustration one feels when trying so hard to overcome it. *sigh* I could go on and on on this subject but I think I'll stop while I'm ahead.
The bottom line is I am rediscovering myself...and not putting boundaries on my heart and my art.
A photograph of a very old barn on the out skirts of Fresno County. I love old, rusted, falling apart things. There is history here and I find it all so interesting. I wonder so many times about who once occupied this space, who walked through this door day in and day out. Even with the little things you find laying around you still wonder about it all. I love history and the stories that have been told..the stories that have yet to be said as well.
Life has been good, or I should I feel good. You can get so wound up in your own thoughts, in your own bullshit that it feels like the blood has been cut off to your brain. All you want is to let it go and feel peace with in yourself. Taking steps is all you can do. It's not going to happen over night, but the best part about it is...it does happen.
I am back in school and already have a photo assignment due. It's been a great class so far and I only expect for it to get even better. We have been focusing a lot on Blocks of Creativity. How we limit ourselves or don't feel free to just let it all loose. A fear that we have, the need for acceptance by others or whatever the reason may be. For this particular assignment we are to turn in work on two subjects. One being Concept, the other Intuitive. I see myself as more the intuitive photographer, grabbing what ever is around me with out plan, but then again, I also pre-plan some of my images as well. It's a balance I think. I found my self at a block with this until last night. I read the reasons as to what would give us that "block" and just thought to myself, don't try so hard, just do what you do..everything will fall into place. For anyone who knows creative blocking I'm sure you can relate to the frustration one feels when trying so hard to overcome it. *sigh* I could go on and on on this subject but I think I'll stop while I'm ahead.
The bottom line is I am rediscovering myself...and not putting boundaries on my heart and my art.