I didn't really think about it until today but the idea of photography has slowly become abstract as fuck to me.
It's been so long since I've tried being creative on the terms of someone or something else. I've gotten so used to drawing and painting every day or two that I've forgotten what it's like to express myself by way of manipulating something tangible instead of my own imagination. Time and place are crucial still, but nearly the opposite way in which I'm practiced.
I'm not just manifesting fucked up ideas and shitting something only vaguely relevant to the original thought onto paper. It's a much more physical craft and one I fail to treat with enough merit. but then again
Anyways
I'm enjoying the extended daylight we've been getting
The extra endorphins and realization that prospects are becoming an actuality have kept my general outlook pretty on-color. I'm finding myself drawn to things visually that months ago I would have found repulsive. It's maybe not a radical change of perspective so much as it is a change of light on the same hazy portrait. But that sounds almost ideal
and another thing
I suggest watching the whole series of these if you're into that sort of thing
genuinely interesting, informative and at times really disheartening. but a good watch
