It's been a while since I last wrote. The year didn't start well and I needed quite some time to pull myself back together. Only just now I start feeling creative juices flowing, with a lot of resistance. However, what usually happens, in that case I totally immerse myself in creativity, neglecting mundane life. I get into "fuck the system" mode and want everyone to know I'm an artist and I will not tolerate petty inconveniences ruin my flow. I am prone to making impulsive decisions and want to move to bigger and better things. Sometimes it means a physical move, even to another country that obviously awaits my talent with open arms. These days you can display your talent from the comfort of your own home, wherever that home might be. And that means location is no longer and excuse. I am trying to appreciate the roof over my head and not repeat the past mistakes, however I miss England and think of my friends often. For now, Paris.
I finally got into some picture editing and I must say there are moments when I'm overwhelmed with choice. How do you ever decide on how do you want to do? I suppose that's the whole thing with creativity, making creative decisions, trusting your intuition based on experience and thousands of previously made decisions. What will look good, what am I trying to achieve? Sometimes you need to step away, things literally look different in a different light or on a different screen. I love taking pictures but editing is fairly new to me so I'm just having fun and hoping it won't look as appalling as it used to ten years ago when I was playing with GIMP. Contrast up, saturation up, you know the kind. Here are some first results, dusting off old pictures and memories.
When I'm in Paris and I have a calling to the woods, this is where I go. Bois de Vincennes, in the eastern suburb. It's not comparable with the depth and darkness of the ancient woodland surrounding London, but it's rather charming. I love it especially on the gloomy days, when less people decide to go for a stroll. Wonderful place to photograph and meditate. I used to live not far away, which made my running routine much more pleasant. Sometimes I miss those days, but don't we always tend to remember the good parts more clearly. Bois is not going anywhere and I can always take more gloomy pictures and make more memories. Enjoy! x