I have been in a dark place for quite some time. Some days are worse than others, but there is a deep rooted hole in the pit of my stomach. My creative juices are alive and bombarding me. I want to create, yet I feel paralyze on how to get what I feel tumbling inside of me out in the open. I am creating like mad, but nothing is satisfying the madness within. Something amazing needs to happen, something that makes people step back in awe. I have some big projects unfolding, but they are a work in progress. I feel time slipping away. I am too tired to keep up.
People tell me I need some 'me' time, and while that may be true to a point, I think it is something much more and I just can't seem to figure it out. Maybe this is what insanity is like..haha! I am still plugging a long with my Project 52. I am a tad behind, but not enough to worry. I will catch up! :) Some of the themes are a bit tough to come up with a quick idea. My goal is to do something within a couple of hours...to push myself to quit over-thinking and just do. I am very detail oriented and will over think every last detail to the point of exhaustion. So this Project 52 makes do something in a short period of time and make it work.
PROJECT 52: Week 6: Red
I originally started out with one strawberry and it didn't quite have the effect I wanted. My remote on my camera is dead so I had to hit the 2 sec timer and drop the strawberries as the shutter clicked. It took a few tries, but I made it work. I also made a mess with all the water....:)
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| PROJECT 52: Week 7: Landscape. |
My love for sunsets and clouds.
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| Self Portrait: 2014 |
The other day the realization hit me that I really don't have any creative friends who live close.. I would love to go on a photo shoot with another photographer and just create together. I would love to just have someone to hangout with and be crazy with. I miss having a best friend. I have close friends, but not a best friend where I tell all secrets, spend time being stupid; knowing I can be myself, even on the days I don't love myself, that person will still love me... I miss that bond.
I spent this past week sick, so my diet wagon tipped over, rolled down a hill and caught on fire. I ate everything in sight. I am afraid to weigh myself for fear I might throw the scale out the window. So my Transformation is burning somewhere at the bottom of a hill....I am sure I have a fire extinguisher somewhere...and maybe some glue, tape and a little paint to rebuild the wagon.....it might not be pretty, but as long as it moves that is all that matters, right?
Until next time,
crazy days, brain freezes, and a supply of wagons,
Jo


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