I HAVE FOUND some creative friends through blogging. Someone said i should take my self-portrait at least once a month. Someone else said i should take it daily. Either way it is a record of me, an exploration of self. Sometimes i think that we are all so busy walking on the surface that we fail to see what is inside. We do self-portraits in moments that can never be captured again.
WE CAN CREATE them to be just what people want us to see. Secure. In control. Cool. Actually I took this photo as I was driving 60 miles an hour going north on the Garden State Parkway. Yeah, that’s really cool…..especially when I started to sway into the next lane.
MOST OF ALL, creating self-portrits is a discipline. Learning how to take the good with the bad and then doing it all over again. (if you survive!)
COMMENT:
AUTHOR:
DATE: 09/29/2007 01:27:08
Geo: “Keep your eyes on the road and hand upon the wheeeeel….the futures uncertain and the end is always neeear.” (The Doors)
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR:
DATE: 09/30/2007 17:09:27
Hey women put their makeup on while doing 60 (75) miles an hour;
just make sure you buckle up!!
So you blog as a creative outlet, meet new people …. I blog to vent steam. I think sometimes you miss my point in my blog.
If I don’t blog, then I take a hammer & 4″ nails & drive them into the pine tree out back. If I don’t do that I take my hammer & bust plates & cups into a gazillion pieces.
If I didn’t do these things, I am afraid I will do what I really want to do & that my friend will get me 20 in the slammer.
I used to write in a journal but the tears would fall on the pages & mess up the ink so I quit using paper & pen and went online.
We all have our demons to battle, some more successfully than others.
In the end, I reread the blog to stay in touch with my feelings, so that I NEVER get
blind-sided again. Then I take one of my vines & curl it around the nail so it has some place to grow up. Then I take my broken china (& broken heart) and glue them together into something useful & pretty because that is what I would rather be instead of bitter and angry.
I hope someday I am successful.
Love to all…………..
–~A~
i will never forget watching the beatles on sullivan at 121 whitman with my cousins, barbra, beverly, george and gregory. laughing and throwing couch pillows at the screen while my older brother david ( who was sitting us while mom dad uncle george and aunt joni went out) tried hard too watch and hear the fabs. some of my fondest memories are of my cousins. i have all the family snapshots and homemovies and hope to reconnect soon.