Create create create. How does one do this. Freedom to be. Freedom to interpret. Words words words. Live by action. Anyone can say words. And your very flesh shall be a great poem. Flesh is a living thing. Recreating itself new. Dying in layers. Shedding the old. Ever changing. The only thing doesn’t change is the scars. Burnt, torn or broken. The effects of these remain. and it all contributes. I find my normal portrait workflow stiff and boring. Typical and expected. I cannot do as others have done.. using the same formula over and over again. It almost feels like cheating. Maybe I don’t have vision anymore. Maybe I’m burnt out. Maybe I’ve emptied out my creative soul. There is no time to process. There is no time allowed for renewal. The monkey must dance and see and play and done so with the same flair and inspiration as before. Hence comes the formula. Hence comes the repetition. It might be safer to jump in this way. For the clients sake anyhow. I just want to create. With soul. With vision. I want to take a photo of someone and the very life of his/her being be felt through their gaze. I’m so unsatisfied with myself. I feel uncomfortable and restless. I feel a careless attitude has taken me over.
