inspired by Sunday nights dance party-chip bag-bow tie-hair do.
done with india ink and acrylic paint.
Finally got the photographs developed from this day.
I hadn’t shot film in years and was sort of disappointed with them at first, but they’ve been growing on me. I really like the contrast between natural and artificial lighting, which is something I’ve never noticed while taking digital photos. I plan on experimenting more with this camera in sunlight and brightly lit rooms, which will hopefully result in more definition, although some blur is okay.
The blur is slowly growing on me.
You can see through Colbys camera lens here. I’d written that I was “anticipating my face spliced into the side of a building and/or itself” which it is x5, so rad.
It’s days like today when I feel most lonely.
Sundays and Tuesdays usually.
These are days off. Slow days. Days when ‘real life’ is happening.
Days when everyone is busy with their lives or their people. They’re at work or doing (home) work, they have cliquey friends to drink with, or far away friends at bars across town.
Days when I feel most out of place in this town, in this life. Like I should be somewhere else, that if I was somewhere else, I would feel more real. They are the days when I feel the most pressure to be “doing something” with my life. The days when I feel like what I do is the least worthwhile and the least exciting.
Days when I have no patience for mundane conversation, but hang out at the downtown pub anyway, hoping to just happen upon someone (anyone) that I love. The days when my walk home has me saying that I am a “strong independent woman”, reminding myself what I like about being single and reciting my to do list out loud.
Days when I have already spent ample time doing productive things alone and I wish that I had someone to be slow and real with.
These are the familiar days of winter, many of which I know await me. They are not bad days, or particularly hard working days, but they are lonely and cold and isolating.