The Art of My Heart
I’m exploring depths within myself through art. How wonderful it is to look at something and see within it a reflection of yourself. Like a new mother would her child…
Tracks
I remain undaunted…
because giving in is just not my style. Nobody remembers those that crumbled under the weight of oppression. No, History remembers the strong and brave. Those with iron will and hearts of gold.
Let my heart beat with certainty and my eyes see clear. Let me stand tall though I be dwarfed. Let me fight and let me win, for what is right cannot be hidden. And what is wrong shall be exposed.
Flittering Like a Butterfly Through Space
The need for a consistent routine has just hit me hard in the face. I need to stop talking and just do. Art stops for no one. Art is constantly moving; whether it’s backwards into the past, forwards into the future or sideways through the present. There is no room for inertia or lassitude; no time to be lulled into the sleep of passivity. But this constant movement encourages the mind of an artist to flitter from concept to concept. Without the proper focus this state becomes chronic. I have no intention of letting that happen to me. Again.
I need to focus. Like I would through the viewfinder of my camera.
Caught in the rain.
The type of rain where umbrellas are useless and canvas shoes get drenched.
Anij: Let me ask you a question. Have you ever experienced a perfect moment in time?
Jean-Luc Picard: A perfect moment?
Anij: When time seemed to stop, and you could almost live in that moment.
Jean-Luc Picard: Seeing my home planet from space for the first time.
Anij: Yes, exactly. Nothing more complicated than perception. You explore the universe. We’ve discovered that a single moment in time can be a universe in itself. Full of powerful forces. Most people aren’t aware enough of the now to even notice.
Jean-Luc Picard: I wish I could spare a few centuries to learn.
Anij: It took us centuries to learn that it doesn’t have to take centuries to learn.
Jean-Luc Picard: A perfect moment?
Anij: When time seemed to stop, and you could almost live in that moment.
Jean-Luc Picard: Seeing my home planet from space for the first time.
Anij: Yes, exactly. Nothing more complicated than perception. You explore the universe. We’ve discovered that a single moment in time can be a universe in itself. Full of powerful forces. Most people aren’t aware enough of the now to even notice.
Jean-Luc Picard: I wish I could spare a few centuries to learn.
Anij: It took us centuries to learn that it doesn’t have to take centuries to learn.
Found granddad’s old Folding Brownie camera from the 1940s. The film roll had only 8 exposures! How times have changed. Still, you can’t help but think that with all our modern technological advancements we’ve lost a little of the magic that went into the photographic art.
Getting Back Into The Swing
of things…Ideas are starting to flow more freely and I’m coming up with some interesting concepts. I look forward to sharing them with you all. I’m so glad my creative mind is working again. It’s been a long time.
Discovery
I think I’ve finally discovered what this Tumblr is for. It’s to talk about my artistic struggles. It’s a sounding board for ideas. Now I know this, I can stop worrying about what to post and why. I’m just gonna post whenever I feel like it! Whatever hits me, grabs me, shoves me, punches me in the face. Okay, maybe not the last one. But you get the point. At least that’s one thing sorted out. Now to sort out the million other things in my life.
Great Art
I have always wanted to create great art; art that speaks not only to the heart and the mind, but to the soul itself. I do this through the medium of film, a medium through which I can share all the colours of my imagination. I want every frame of my films to possess a photographic quality; as if that moment is a universe in itself. A tall order yes. But what is art if not the persuit of perfection? I can only try and see where the path leads me.
Creatively Speaking
I haven’t as yet been able to use my days off to further my artistic visions. It’s frustrating me rather a lot. Time is so like sand. It just slips between your fingers until all you have left are inutile grains. I really must begin.
