In the last few months, i think i’ve rediscovered something. I chose to do a small painting (small by my standards as it was only 16″ x 20″). Finishing that painting moved me to do another, and another. This is the feeling that I had forgotten. This is the feeling i had throughout my college years that kept me in the “painting room” from before 8 a.m. classes and until very late at night…sometimes until early morning hours. This is the feeling that drop me, that pushed me, that I had to have.
These are the first two that i completed this year. They are not my usual technique, but they were meant to serve a purpose. They were meant to make me breathe again. To begin to see again. I enjoy the immediacy of photography too much to stop doing that; but, at the same time, these will be better because of what i learned to see with my photos. And that will be better because of what living feels like again.