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she laughed to herself, as she thought about their lives
as she tried to understand in which directions they all flowed
as they all melted into her mind
as the world were like waves in the ocean
increasing in size as they neared where she stood on the shore
where she watched as things developed and unfolded before her
crashing at her feet and eventually surrounding her to the knee
she always tried to comprehend
why did there have to be good and a bad
why was there so much compassion in a cruel world
but yet, not enough to cancel out all the evils
she knew that logically, everything made sense
but her inner soul, her heart, her whole self
could not accept it no matter how logical
she would never accept that a world, so filled with beauty and creation
could want to destroy itself at every waking moment
as she tried to understand in which directions they all flowed
as they all melted into her mind
as the world were like waves in the ocean
increasing in size as they neared where she stood on the shore
where she watched as things developed and unfolded before her
crashing at her feet and eventually surrounding her to the knee
she always tried to comprehend
why did there have to be good and a bad
why was there so much compassion in a cruel world
but yet, not enough to cancel out all the evils
she knew that logically, everything made sense
but her inner soul, her heart, her whole self
could not accept it no matter how logical
she would never accept that a world, so filled with beauty and creation
could want to destroy itself at every waking moment
This always happens.
I attempt to compartmentalize my art and it utterly fails. Oh, well.
I have become completely addicted to Swap Bot http://www.swap-bot.com/
It fulfills several needs for me:
1. The need to be social, but not in person and not invested.
2. The need to create.
3. The need to feel accomplished.
so I'll probably be scanning some of the pieces I create for my swap partners.
My memory lane is strewn with land mines...
...Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven...
It seems I identify with people less and less everyday. There are those few individuals I make efforts to connect with-- but the connection seems tenuous somehow.
I'm thoroughly enjoying my alternative process class- I get along better with chemicals than with people it seems.
I am of two minds
I'm often split right down the middle of my mind. In this particular case I'm torn by the desire to create beautiful, colorful floral images with my digital camera and gritty, urban film images shot with a plastic camera.
I'm not sure how to make the two marry, but i suppose the only way is just to do it.
So, I'm going to upload my florals here. I suppose when I get tired of trying to make my mind accept them both on equal terms I can always start a new DA account.
*sigh*
Expect the unexpected.
So, I was accepted into an exhibition at the Dutch Art gallery here in Dallas. I will have 15 pieces on display from May 1st to June 1st. The pieces will be available for sale at the gallery and on their website throughout the month.
It's of my floral work, none of which is on this profile- and it definitely wasn't my intended focus for the year.
But, there you have it, something I thought I'd do as an aside because it was relatively fast (in comparison to film and traditional darkroom) is suddenly a focal point.
Life is weird. :paranoid:
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