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When it comes to portraits, Diane Arbus is the person I immediately go towards. I don’t want to re-create what she made, just to have the same expressive moment when that shutter snapped and caught those individuals in something that would forever be…bizarre.
"A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know." - Diane Arbus
When I write it’s something that needs to be explained.
When I write, it means unless stated otherwise you will take these words as the sound of my voice,
not an attitude (or mood) that I happen to have at the moment.
Writing can be subjective, encouraging or down right harsh. Which is fine, either way that typing… clicking
sound because ingrained till the point where the phone ringing can’t even penetrate through.
Paper or a white filtered screen does the job. A handy work idea that within range adjusts our
eyesight to candle light or the bright, blaring burn of the day.
Being asked what does writing mean, coming from the person currently talking about it as if it where a vacation
or an illness? I’m not sure.
Between words falling out of my mouth and on to a blank sheet mean two separate worlds. There is a connection
or not at all. Sometimes it means writing for someone else that gives them hope or an understanding. In return
it means you do not need those words anymore, they belong to another. Or how certain words rolled
off the tongue of an individual that has had the phrase ‘in love’ imbedded with in the circuits. Yet now those
words ache a little each time as they show up un-noticed.
Catching on, catching up and ignoring them are a life in a written sentence. Comfort can be found but I’ve
yet to find that comfort because I feel that I’m writing for everyone else. Yes these stories arrange
themselves within my mind but once a person comes in to view. That paragraph or phrase attaches itself to
whom ever must be near…calling them home.
And call it an empty vessel or a never-ending typewriter that hasn’t established writer’s block
because there are simply too many damn people in this world that honestly just need a few words
to clear up that bad habit or moment into a begging attitude of good intentions.
Perhaps that is one way I can see this…a happenstance of good intentions since my writing doesn’t
belong to me…at least not yet.
Hello, hello new followers. You all happened in a course of a day and after learning that each of you have great taste in life…
Here are their great fucking tumblrs:
Pug on Flickr.
Spanish street art duo, Pichi & Avo’s participation in the North West Walls street art festival in Belgium resulted in this staggering, jaw-dropping mural.
Cat Sight on Flickr.
Joy Div on Flickr.
BB on Flickr.