“How am i supposed to take a leap of faith when its all i can do to stand on my own two feet?”
I have learned that sometimes less is more…but is it enough? What if I am what is “less”? Am I ever enough? or worse yet, am i sometimes too much? It seems as though I am able to just “be” for only so long and then I start questioning myself again.
Her name is Ashley…she is my artist of inspiration. Before you give me any credit, this piece was designed entirely by Ashley. I just returned from a two day photography seminar and this is a piece that she just completed while we were there. This was printed as a large wall mural 56” x 56” but broken down into 16 indivudal squares printed 14” x 14” and hung separately. It was a piece of such inspiration from a young artist, just 3 years out of high school. I tried adding a few of my own thoughts and words to the piece, but how can I change such a master piece. This is a piece that will continue to inspire me both photographically and from a photoshop design sense. Enjoy!
this prompt refers back to one of the prompts from a few weeks back… the question was what do you want to be doing right now? Well i slightly amended it to “where do you want to be right now?”
I think the picture says it all! During winter months I struggle to get out of bed when it’s as dark out as it was when I went to bed! I get in from work and it’s dark – i wish i could HIBERNATE.
This one took me a few weeks because I kept waiting to overhear a more interesting conversation. It never happened! I realized as I went through this that I tune out people in public. Perhaps it’s from too many years of working in a cubicle, too much noise in life in general, or general disinterest – but I definitely make a point to zone out.
The more I tried to hear something good, the more I became disenchanted with cell phone users. Much of the phone chatter seemed absurd to me. Very loud, meaningless, time/space-filling noise. Yakking for sport. The users were very DISengaged in the moment of both the call and real life. I have a cell phone and I use it….but this was a whole new level of awareness for me. So, this week I was working on some digital tutorials and thought I’d work this prompt into my digi-lesson. I PC-altered an old Happy Birthday postcard of a girl calling a guy to read
Just Called To:
1. Talk about nothing
2. Practice my yelling skills
3. Annoy everyone around me
4. Create needless noise and chaos
5. Ask if you can hear me now?
I handwrote my journaling about the experience on the floral dotted lines. I like how it buzzes and whirls about.
Just got in and read this week’s prompt – Hats off to you Shimelle, this is a fab one!! I wish I weren’t so painfully fastiduous about doing things in order… I’ve not even started week 5 yet and I SO want to do this influences one… oh well will have to stop milling around the net I guess and try and catch up!!
I also want to say that there are some great artists on this site – I wish I had time enough to comment on all the posts, they all seem to say something to me!
Just thought I’d share some love on a cold winter Monday
Trace xx
Hello again,
Wow look at this another post already :)
I have been thinking about the ‘corners’ promp for a long while. Suddenly it clicked, how scary a corner is depends on its angle. A very sharp corner could almost be a U turn, but a gentle angle could be very close to a stright line.
It made me think of a song by ‘the Decemberists’called ‘Of angels and angles’. A very beutiful song.
Hope you like the page
xxx
I’m not against what we call progress, but sometimes it is uncontrolled and sometimes I don’t understand why more is better. I must admit that I have an overwhelming sense when I enter and walk through a home that I can’t even figure out where I am after 3 turns and am awed at the elegance after all the personal touches are bedecked. But I have to say that my bq.naturebq. walks for the last 15 years through the countryside—smelling the ‘fertilizer’ for the new round of corn and gazing on the vastness of a field speckled with milking cows provides an more overwhelming sense of belonging to something bigger than the largest homes that we are now building. They have cropped up on my commute home and nearer my office, but not until they sprung up like the weeds choking out the wildflowers in my own neighborhood did a tear spring to my eye. The land isn’t and never was mine, but we all own the care and development of the world around us. I will miss the rolling hills on that portion of my travels, but still experience the joys of a country life while working in a high tech job. I moved into an existing home 19 years ago and will always treasure and continue to treasure the beauty of nature that manmade buildings will never surpass!
