U2 and Hiding Behind My Camera- Postcards from all Over

Blue Ridgeway Postcard and Fables (  I’ve been on a rather insane U2 kick this past week , going through their albums in random sequences, till I ended up at my favorite, The Joshua Tree, about three days ago. And well, i’ve been there since. There’s a power to the lyrics, the almost unfinished melodies, that just opens me up and shakes me to more honest pieces.   )

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Unlike everything else I pour myself into, be it prose, illustrations, songs, videos, sewing or journalling, getting behind the camera never felt as intimate as everything else. Not even close. Shimmying on my tummy to get closer to a better shot, my shirt riding up and dirt all over my jeans, lips chapped and hair blowing all over the place, I still never felt as off balanced as when I handed someone lyrics to read over, or even a short audio clip of me singing them. I’ve stood in the rushing tides of Times Square, getting gently bumped  and stared at by strangers as I shot some filler footage for a project, and still didn’t feel as exposed as sending someone a sketch I agonized over for hours. Wanderlust Pencil Case Travel PostcardsA vintage Feel, from penpals, library catalogue cards Vermont, Travel Postcard, Wanderlust in SeriesVintage Travel Postcards, USA

I would never call myself a photographer, not with true conviction. But  after spending a year where the only real thing I pursued was the idea of getting better at capturing the moments i’m in, that ever elusive goal of attaining a slice of eternity in one shot, I can say with some certainty, i’m starting to feel myself become personal with this.  (This realization, btw, came in the middle of the melodies of Running To A Stand Still, and sparkled my eyes with something I still can’t explain. ) Brooklyn Bridge Double Exposure Photography Pencil Case Intimate moments, from penpals, pinned memories
Maybe thats just how it is though. When you pursue something, and give yourself over to it, how long really, till it becomes something you hold dear, in even a small way. Maybe i’m not the easiest person to get to know, at least as i’ve been told, but when 80% of my time is spent creating things I pour all parts of myself into, when my innermost thoughts are continuously being mined for ideas and inspiration… when I scoop up every raw emotion to use as source code for the basis of projects, I can’t imagine there would be much left over for idle conversations. Ah, i’m rambling now I think, or headed there so i’ll just say, photography, you’ve been a fun pursuit and I’m truly excited to see where we’ll go this next year.

~m

Random Artsy Things, A Texas Mind in Flux

20140625-130640-47200321.jpgLife gets busy, life gets all over the place, even during the idle days of summer. Currently i’m working fulltime at my day job as a pharmacy tech, which leaves precious little time for all my creative passions, not to mention adding in trying to brush up my Spanish skills a bit more (and thinking about another language to add…German prods at me, but Russian seems like a good idea for my future career choices….) and trying to get myself into better shape as well (oh jogging, here I come apparently) . My letters to pen-pals are starting to resemble a modest mountain, my books to read have gone from being lovingly displayed on shelves to getting buried under swatches of fabric, and my product sketches are starting to fall into my art journal and have a hard time finding their way out.

Singer Sewing Machine Canon 60D My Love

Steve, the Pink Alpaca, wearing my headphones.

Steve, the Pink Alpaca, wearing my headphones.

Still, i’m learning to move my mentality from “tomorrow, or idk, how about waiting till my next day off?….” to  something more like “ok, get it together you noodle! Go do stuff! Actual stuff, not Tumblr!” . This isn’t to say i’m still not floundering on tumblr over photosets of Chris Evans and/or Sebastian Stan, it just means i’ve started avoiding blogs that deal exclusively with yummy human beings. Which….that makes me sounds a bit like a cannibal doesn’t it? Wells, just going to leave it at that anyways, the sentiment is similar enough.It's All Moot Pink Alpaca Feet

A cheery almost- end of June! Enjoy a cool mix: