My favorite thing at the end of the day is when I roll over to my left side (my favorite sleeping side), fluff out my comforter and enjoy the feeling of it lying softly against my skin as I drift off to sleep. Sometimes I will lie awake for a few minutes thinking about how soothing is the way my comforter feels against my skin.
“I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.”—Helena Bonham Carter (via aestheticintrovert)
sooo i made a facebook page? I’ll be posting more updates there instead of my personal facebook and tumblr (sometimes) so i’m not annoying everyone. Like it it you wanna keep track with what’s goin on with my work!
Having a reflective Sunday… I’m siting at Starbucks reading my issue of Juxtapoz while on break from work, and all I can think of is what is it REALLY that I want to do with my life? The more I think about getting back on the hunt for photo related jobs, the less appealing they sound.. But why? I’ll tell you why..
I love photography. But what I love about photography isn’t working in some swanky studio or getting to land shoots with awesome clients. What I love is making art and expressing myself, and somehow I’ve chosen photography to be that outlet. Although having a nice studio job or landing awesome photo shoots would be sweet and I wouldn’t complain if that happened, it’s not why I fell in love with the medium. I’m afraid that once it becomes my primary source of income, unless it would be through selling art, I will fall out of love with photography.
Who knows what these next few months or years will have in store but I have a feeling there will be some shifts in my life that will help me figure all of this out.
I remember the first day of my last year of college I told my photography professor that I didn’t want a photo job, but wanted to be happy doing something that paid the bills, and then create my own photographic work. And I’m now realizing that I meant it more than I thought.