musing

Zig Zag Crash on Through

Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

This can be a motto of my life.  I always seem to be zigging and zagging on though it.  There is never that clearly defined path.  So, I tend to just make my own way.  Stumbling falling down, but every so often there is the right push, and that zigging and zagging creates a break though.  A way to see beyond the next avoidance.  Do not be afraid of those unexpected failures, those crashes that leave the ego bruised and battered.  Get up, look around, and discover how you can crash on though.

These were the thoughts that occupied my mind as i wandered back to my home this afternoon.  Trying to make everyday the day that I crash and break on though simultaneously.

I try not to fret.

I try to my troubles.

I let what is to be, be.

and I create those spectacular crashes ALL by myself.

Live Up ! ! ! ! !

I Zigged, Then Zagged, and Busted on Through

Hair Flow Intertwine

Red Squared Bump

IN the Mix

Up the Danchi, Climb

Note Paper of Life

Saturday, April 17th, 2010

Cameras are a tool I use to express myself.  I have always felt comfortable with on in my hand.  The camera has given me the freedom to go out into the world, and see the world though an extension of my heart.  I have been able to cultivate and explore the interconnectedness and symbiotic nature of that world.  It is like writing down in my journal. A visual journal created with pixels, and oxides.  Line by line, page by page or frame by frame they all build a story of my life.  Sometimes I wonder why I bother.  But that notion is quickly squashed when I over that I have no choice.  I must go out into the world and find my voice, and record those interactions in images.

Click after click

Day after Day.

Line by handwritten Line

Lined Sign Reflected Self, Note Paper of Life

Fifty Yen Coin, Waiting by the Vending Machine

Composition with Dots, Lines and Rectangles

Polka Dotted After the Storm

Interconnectiveness of Seemingly Random Objects

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

The seemingly random nature of the Interconnectiveness of all things is not as random as it may appear.

Dripping water, flowing down a pillar at the station  creating the Rust, Water,and Abstraction

It Oozes Forth

filled with intentional scratching left behind, leads to the deliberate defacing of

a political poster.

Dot Your Eyes and Cross Your Nose

The Interconnectiveness of it all is summed up in this lonely lost pin, discretely placed, intently waiting to be claimed by its master.

WA Badge of Honor?  Lost and then Found

 

Is it all random?

Do we look for some tangents to be drawn between them?

I don’t know.  But I do know that by exploring the nature of image creation as a means of expression I will attempt to find it.

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