There is a time in my life where all I could see was where it’s gone and not where I was going. It wasn’t that I was blind so much. I was just so busy reliving those moments over and over and over again in my soul that I couldn’t , that I couldn’t even be in the present anymore. It was heartbreaking. I’m still not really sure how I kind of ricocheted out of all these things .
I swear to you, I know the reds, blues and yellows, they saved me. Made me whole again. The textures and the patterns in the patchworks moved the stars for me.
I remember when I was little it would snow all morning and the sun would melt it by 3:30. Mostly just be a bunch of wet. We would gather round the window in grade 2 excited thinking we would go home because of snow. It was like a super hero. Never really happened that way until high school. We all hated it. They made us take the yellow buses home.
That place was something special. Little bit of rain and the world almost stopped. Inch of snow the everything completely stopped.
I can always tell my dog (Mon) is from NC, she bounces around at the first sign of snow. It’s amazing. Though her love for it dies as soon as she touches the cold, wet snow. It’s very funny. Just an old dog rediscovering snow every year and figuring out she hates it.
This is my first time shooting 200 film. Never tried it knowingly. It’s a bit tricky because you need more bright days for it to work well. Hard part is it’s Winter in Maryland. Bright is not often the vibe.
The studio demons are the early morning vibes I find myself in at 4:30 AM some mornings. No plant is left untouched, nor mask or painting. it would be sweet it they were not so destructive at this age.
It just feels like I’m a work in progress these days .