This week I’m coming at you with all the Aquarius vibes. Clouds, water, air, space. A balance of lightness and weight.
Actually, I’m not too sure how that’s different from normal ;-)
Details #5- At Odds
My art is currently suffering from a lack of creative direction. Past work has been incredibly meta, leaning into the unsettled feeling of the world. I have a deep belief in balance, movement, and duality, so allowing both/and these last few years has been huge for my vision.
But it feels like my creative posture is getting bad. Or rather, my mind is feeling atrophy sitting in this meta state. We can feel all the hard feelings, but in the end, what are we going to do with them?
I could just be tired. Enough sleep hasn’t come easy, and right now when I take time for art, it falls flat. These two things together make it seem like the world is ending. It’s ridiculous and thankfully I recognize my own bullshit here.
But the fact remains that sitting (with feelings) for too long is bad for you. So, what does standing up look like?
This week, if you hadn’t noticed, I opted to either explore my photography archives or shoot something new, with an intention of detail. SO rather than spend my free time in the news, scrolling, or consuming some piece of new information, a break from the headiness of modern life seemed warranted.
Details #4- Aquamarine
Hope, glistening by the side of a forest road.
Details #1-Little Marvel
All the flowers
Would have very extra-special powers
They would sit and talk to me for hours
When I'm lonely in a world of my own..
-Kathryn Beaumont
Archived Equine
Kentucky, 2017
soft sunday
Small and driven and colorful. And just what it needs to be.
College Town Whimsy
A Bellingham vignette for your Tuesday.
Overcast
A sense of leaving scenes like this, as spring barrels its way into summer. I used to regret a change in the weather, but I don’t anymore. Not sure exactly what changed, other than on a good day I have appreciation for now, whatever it looks like.
Waves in Silence
When life feels uncertain, find salt water.
In the Finite
Wasted time will break a heart faster than any failure.
Don’t distract me with the useless, but fill this limited space up with intention and living.
Trying and caring, in no particular order, as long as each is present.
No manipulations, no perfections, just things as they desperately are,
as I am, in the finite.
-recent thoughts
Dreams and dreams only.
can you hear the music?
Southwest of Los Alamos, NM
Life on Earth
We’ve run away with possibilities and can’t see the utopia we already have.
We can’t see that we’re destroying it.
Or if we can, for whatever reason,
none of which I’ve heard is good enough
we don’t care.
Saints
St. Patricks, 2015
Inbetween
Right on the cusp of summer,
as if nature knows what follows, and comes out veins blazing.
a note on the sky
Pressure is a privilege- Billie Jean King
Cinema
That wanderlust..
creeping in like cinema.
Give me something different.
Unreal
Idaho’s answer to the Bliss of Windows XP.
Obstinate
Hold me to some sort of formulaic space
A fluidity contained and moving, but not evaporated.
I don’t like the air. I won’t go.
Woods
Wooden memories in the mist, until I find myself there again.