ART.
The quality, production, expression, or realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance. So says the book of words, defined.
The result of our innermost thoughts, emotions, longings, creativity and character. Incredible. Honest. Unique. Expressing our perception of life, absorbed, and how we wish for it to be. Inspiration. The joys of inspiration. Inspiration – you are soooo lacking right now!
There was a span of about two years where my days were filled with multiple languages and constant travel. Country to country, city to state. Everything was new, fresh, exciting, surreal. The tongues of a hundred nations, the tastes and colors of a thousand… scents of pastries filling small towns, and rumbling train tracks spanned the cities. Experiences felt out of body, and I knew in the moments of utter confusion and unease, this was for me.
I’m in a very different stage in my walk. My inspiration sometimes feels forced, and I miss culture. I feel, boxed? Everything’s the same, overly commercialized, material and fake. If I sound pessimistic, I am. I’m in a stinky funkhole, and need to climb out. I’m thrilled to be in a new city with lots to explore… I dunno… Maybe I’m missing something. but to eat the fresh produce in Italy, drink fine wines in France, chew on the delicacies of Portugal, dance to street music in Spain, sneeze amid the spices in Malaysia, walk the markets of Africa, or wrap myself in the vibrant fabrics of India… these are the moments. The moments when inspiration effortlessly appears. Hanging, as if in the air. I can’t always be traveling, I know, but my heart has been spread across borders, and I’m feeling it.
My beautifully talented friend (or should it be sistafriend), Tina, is planning to return to France for her studies. In honor of such exciting news, I’ve ravaged my discs for ONE good shot from our last trip to Paris together. If only I was a photographer years ago ::sigh::
I’m in a dry spell. Ugh. Gotta get out of this rut!
Gina,
You have come so far in your photography, but as I am beginning to learn that there is so much more to grown in!! You do a fantastic job as a photographer and im sure that you will continue to be that same way. Make your new home like the far away places that you have been! love you
beautiful…really, it is!
Gina, Very beautifully writtn. YOU WERE a photographer even back then. Your eye was being trained to do photography for today. Life is a journey with many experiences. I am sure you will some day return to the places you long to be in. Be patient and enjoy the ride. I love you.
Looks like you were a natural even back then. Beautiful pic. Hoping inspiration makes its way to you again soon. Much love