We went into the woods and got lost and made some art and laughed and talked and assured each other the path would show back up and vowed that there was no one else we'd be rather lost with and in the end returned to our car sweaty and worn out and much closer.
I think that since I realized that I have been unhappy because I haven't been making art and decided to do something about it I've actually been so very happy and had such lovely things happen. I've produced more in the last week and a half than I have in months. I've started on a learning curve that is terrifyingly steep and instead of being dismayed, I am thrilled. I feel the way I used to when a roller coaster was clicking its way up to the first peek, anticipation ringing through me.
Today I made this:
We came upon a pile of bricks, it looked as tho a house had simply fallen down one day in the middle of the woods and been left there to become a part of the natural decay. Of course, I immediately asked my roomi J to lay down on the bricks...and to my surprise she did. She is a lovely model and unusual, so I feel as tho the images I can make with her are a whole new breed of work.
Who says muses aren't still about?
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Lovely photo! I too find steep learning curves exhilirating. Thanks for visiting my blog!
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