even artichokes have hearts…
#selfportrait with nest. four more weeks of this #follow
Winters spring morning walk #beautiful #follow #tree
surface and atmosphere
how to disappear
“You have to die a few times before you can really
― Charles Bukowski
“Art is not in some far-off place.”
― Lydia Davis
a note on drowning and learning to live without.
“Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”
― Milan Kundera
“When people are ready to, they change. They never do it before then, and sometimes they die before they get around to it. You can’t make them change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop them.”
Last image of the year.
About that year. I learned to welcome the organic more than I ever have in my life and work. I tried tamper with my mental well-being to be a better person, to the point that I decided that it wasn’t worth it to keep polluting my physical system (by the hand of lazy medics) to ignore what my weary-worn brain tried to undermine. I went through physical illness that most were not knowing of and the consuming fear of a timestamp on my life that seems ‘okay, for now’ (again, more about those lazy medics). I spend more time alone than all the other times that I thought I was lonely. Strangely, I am okay with this now. I still have a job although I now am responsible for more, so I learn to play this game. I never imagined to be the type to mange… anything.
What I want is to keep evolving my photographs. To write the immersion of myself in photography (aside from felines and canines, it is the one thing always there for me). If possible, to find some peace that doesn’t include the demeaning act of supporting my material objects. Because, I just don’t see how it’s worth all this ache.
This post sounds somber. But it isn’t. I am a determined individual who will find some way, eventually to obtain my goals, even if that goal is to gradually reduce the amount of participation in a culture/society I cannot fully subscribe to. The first part. A resolution of sorts for 2013 is to minimize my personal possessions and to learn how to sustain myself as much as possible on my own creations be it photographic or growing sprouts in my kitchen window. There is nothing as rewarding than consuming the things from the hand, the mind, and the heart.
Goodbye 2012 (yet another sobering year).
See | Alexis Clements and some food photographs
Remember kids, nothing is free. Even kandy comes at a price