August 28th, 2003
Photography
…more abstract photography…art…expression… it’s interpretative and you want to create a sense of emotions in concert, so let the mind complete what’s left unfinished in the work. [but make sure what's left unfinished is intentional, not poor form!]
photography is static but we can induce a sense of movement and presence in a fragment of time. i’d like to add music, but in doing so i may incur the expectation of something physically dynamic, of change; something with the effort for presentation more on the artist’s part and less on the viewer.
i want a studio and one day a week off my normal job to work in it. i wonder if i had this; how much would i get accomplished, in what manner would i approach it? music, photography, pencil, paint… but i really don’t know anything about any of these… i hardly know photography. i need to take a more aggressive approach to learning and trying these things.
i want to spend my free time learning. my identity has to be about learning, especially since i’m out of school. i fear for my life becoming stagnant. ignorance and routine is the worst fate i could encounter.
it’s so hard to concentrate… the music (cafe del mar chill out house vol II cd 2) has got me in the mood, but not to read about the code progression in a flight school qualification tool. i want to make things… move around, be cool, have a breeze and incense (it’s hot). a large, bright screen far away from me to work with.
“when claude debussy died in 1918 in paris, the germans were bombing the city, and it was raining”
am i sure i’m not wearing two dark socks today??
life was deconstructed to be a sequence of twitching exhales from subdued joy on a sea of stone-cupped tea and cast-out bread crusts…
eating foods organic, earth sugar and paper rubbing against scratched cheeks.
slide to dozy apparitions pictures in front of my eyes, heart on DVD playback from delerium… darden court, hammocks on a porch, the smell of brandon on bedsheets, low chairs under desks on carpeted ground. sunlight through moisture through trees through screens through windows. dark snaking hallways and peeling white paint in the town built around a University of sorts.
innocente…living all alone…
