Art Process Includes Staring
Snooping. Snaring. Studying. Probing. Looking. Rinse and Repeat. Til you take your last breath. Or give up being an artist. As if!
Before I spend time creating and processing photos, I LOOK. I look off into space, my mind elsewhere.
Something grabs me. Light. Shadow. Reflections. Shapes. Textures. Colors. I LIVE FOR THESE MOMENTS. I’ve been making art since I was able to hold a crayon. Acclaimed. Educated. Taught. Honored.
I have no time, energy nor interest for these power trips! These accusations! The way I am treated.
Can’t cite code. Can’t talk INSIDE my apt. Can’t talk TO people. Can’t take photos outside. Can’t do yoga outside. Can’t sit outside.
WHY did I live in a COURTYARD but to do these things? Voices carry too.
My parking space taken away and not compensated while gone.
I can’t report maintenance issues without being subject to the Spanish Inquisition.
I DO expect it (Monty Python ref). I’m on the rack. BUT I’ve evidence. I won’t break! Getting a good stretch which I need being SO TENSE and SO MANY HOURS dealing.
OVER FIVE YEARS. Enough already!
My inner sense jumps on a design or pattern or cloth of clothing, but rarely remember the person’s face. I don’t look at what other people look at. I don’t see what they see. I’ve been told that by SO many people.
I see as an artist! Sometimes my eyes drift off in thought. Many can verify!