I’m writing this in a nook of a Mate cafe, rain hitting the windowpanes outside. It’s been a bit since I’ve sat and thought about my work in art. I haven’t been out to take photos here in Colorado for a little while, and even though I took a lot of video and photos in Mexico when I went for work, it was just that – work. I’m drawn again to the poetry of Thoreau and Donne, as my life shifts and changes. Men who, inspired divinely or not, put words to things I cannot. The way Thoreau describes the woods and nature, and the way Donne waxes on about love and her follies, they put in pen what I cannot. I’d recommend everyone check them both out. Plus, Thoreau has an excellent treatise on Civil Disobedience. Great stuff.
The goals of my life are scattered, to be sure, but If I were able to become as eloquent as these authors, I would be happy to call that a win.
In the meantime, I suppose Denver and Kent will have to suffice for artistic inspiration, and my meager attempts will suffice for artistry.