I actually had the energy to take a photo walk the other day. The weather has changed fairly fast - as it usually does here - but it was a beautiful morning. Not the 100 degree days we'd had so many of, so I set out on my mission.
My photo walks are a challenge - depending upon how far I can walk, in this case around the block - to see. Really see, notice small changes, details that might otherwise be missed. What a metaphor for living a creative life. I'm not sure my vision has improved but I finally had a 'happy' studio day.
Something about making pieces for a gallery or hopefully to sell is very unnerving. I realize that I'm still fairly green, when it comes to making art anyway:) and I have to say that this is the first time I've experienced 'Monkey Mind' in the studio - questioning every move, not sure if I like or not, which color, etc.
In my writing history, I had a similar experience while attending a series of advanced fiction workshops with instructors who, well, let's just say their names are on many a literary book jacket. I had so much potential... isn't that so often the case? In two years I crammed so much into my brain that I couldn't write a sentence.
Then, in 2004, at workshop, I got sick. No energy, blurred vision, grief. I had to put all of my work aside; I don't think I realized how deeply embedded my writing desire was until I had to put it all away.
So, lest I digress too far from topic, I was having a crappy time in the studio. That is my haven, my sanity, my good mood:) So, the photo walk was important, and turned out to be quite an inspiration.
I've noticed that doors and windows continue to fascinate me... curiosity? Entry to the soul? Not mine, apparently, but the wavy glass (historic:), choice of curtain, or flowers or statue, are endlessly intriguing.
I haven't photoshopped these, just tweaked the exposure, knowing they'll be in my file should I require a new door or dinosaur.
Oh, the photo of the ladders against the porch... sigh.... still under construction.