So much life has been lived quietly lately 🫀 So much thinking and tinkering with the present. I’ve been moving like honey, well.. trying to. and some days are sticky and some days are smooth and some days the tears fall harder than others and some days I laugh by myself for 15 minutes. I put my cameras away and brought out more journals. I’ve filled pages and pages with ideas and words and flower petals. What is it about dried flowers? I keep pulling The Lovers and I drink about 5 cups of tea a day. I’ve driven 2756 miles around my city. I watched 3 baby birds hatch and grow feathers. They left their nest the other day. I’ve laid upside down on my bed and watched specks of dust float and catch in the light while I thought about all of the things I could worry about. Life is hard and heavy and deep. I keep trying to surrender it but my hands refuse to let go. Sometimes I think about all of the things that I want to do and live and say and I wonder if I’ll have enough time. Sometimes I worry my dreams don’t make sense. Sometimes I see things so clearly and hope bubbles up inside me like soda about to erupt from a shaken can. Everything comes and goes in waves. Good things, bad things, feelings, day, night, people. Sometimes you’re in a tightly knit sweater with all your best friends. Sometimes you dont see them for months. Sometimes they move away. Sometimes they fade away. Sometimes you have a great day but the tears still come out when you’re lying in bed. Sometimes life moves faster than you want it to and sometimes it wants to slow you down. Through all of this, the good and the bad and the sad, i always come back to my baseline: hope and faith. I slowly find my way back to my cameras. Creativity never leaves me, her intensity is what comes and goes in waves. In all my words and stories two things are undeniably true: being an artist is brave; and dreams dont have to make sense. 🫀