14 November 2013
etch that sketch
writing everyday is hard.
sharing images is not. I mean, the making of photographs is not always easy but I tend to hoard my work. I shoot in great fits and starts and then stash it away. I am that squirrel with a mouth full of nuts. I am ready for winter. I build up the reserves and then tap into them when I'm ready to share. the work is there when I need it.
but writing. writing is hard. because I don't store up my words. I only really let them out when they're right there on the tip of my tongue, when there's no place else for them to go. more often than not, their timing is horrible. and then there's the process. writing feels like what drawing with an etch-a-sketch feels like-- backwards forwards sideways til the whole thing sings. even then, it's not completely right but the ideas are recognizable, the intentions are true, so you celebrate anyway. before you shake that thing and start all over again.