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Thursday, June 12, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
What Can't Be Stolen
Over this past winter my car was broken into and most of my camera equipment was stolen. Even though I've been on a sort of hiatus with my art I was devastated.
I had been planning on getting back to creating even if on a limited basis. I had even scheduled a shoot that I had been looking forward to for quite some time, a shoot that I had to cancel. I felt defeated, and lost. I felt like my art had been taken away from me. Then I had an epiphany.
Even on my hiatus I had continued to flex my creative muscle by taking landscape photos on my phone and posting them to Facebook and Instagram, using the limited editing apps on my phone and filters on Instagram to exert as much control over the final product as I could. I hadn't given it much respect in my mind as it was just a way of capturing the beautiful Texas skies and showing my friends and keeping a record of my journey. And it was just my phone!
My epiphany was realizing that it wasn't my equipment that made my art, it was the amount of control I exerted as limited by the tools at my disposal that made my art possible; it didn't matter if I found myself more limited because of a different tool, I could still build my vision using what I had: my Nexus 5 and a few editing apps. And even if I lose these tools, I have others, I can go back to drawing with ballpoint pens on paper or if those aren't available I could scratch at a wall with a stick.
That's what can't be stolen, what can't be taken away from me: my desire to create and my ability to think, to overcome obstacles, to keep moving forward, to keep my vision alive.
To be me.
Monday, May 26, 2014
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
El Muelle de San Blas
Ella despidió a su amor
El partió en un barco en el muelle
De San Blas
El juró que volvería y empapada en llanto
Ella juró que esperaría
Miles de lunas pasaron
Y siempre ella estaba en el muelle, esperando
Muchas tardes se anidaron
Se anidaron en su pelo y en sus labios
Llevaba el mismo vestido
Y por si el volviera no se fuera a equivocar
Los cangrejos le mordían
Sus ropajes, su tristeza y su ilusión
Y el tiempo se escurrió
Y sus ojos se le llenaron de amaneceres
Y del mar se enamoró
Y su cuerpo se enraizó en el muelle
Sola, sola, en el olvido
Sola, sola con su espíritu
Sola, sola con su amor el mar
Sola, en el muelle de San Blas
Su cabello se blanqueó
Pero ningún barco a su amor le devolvía
Y en el pueblo le decían
Le decían la loca del muelle de San Blas
Y una tarde de abril
La intentaron trasladar al manicomio
Nadie la pudo arrancar
Y del mar nunca jamás la separaron
Sola, sola, en el olvido
Sola, sola con su espíritu
Sola, sola con su amor el mar
Sola, en el muelle de San Blas
Sola, sola se quedó.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
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