The Creative Act

Good energy in this one.

A very simple image, I didn’t have to do any editing on it. I find the contrast and simplicity pretty.

I worked this photo a lot in Photoshop. I boosted saturation and used a few effects that I learnt in my classes. I really like the way it turned out, it almost looks like an illustration.

I regularly challenge the creative actors by offering them themes to write on or think. Disappointed that only Mobileyes has ever taken up a challenge I have come to realize I never post any of these things myself. They are primarily intended as themes to spur action or just to keep people working on things when their own better and more significant ideas are blocked and so are rarely very good. They can however offer insight into things I have never thought about. Here then, are two photos about fall.

8:40 on a summer’s day

a boldy glowing sun

8:20 on a winter’s day

elated snowy fun

8:30 on an autumn day

gold leaves and pumpkin pie

8:50 on a springtime day

rebirth and butterflies

Years come in

and years fade out

Winter’s wind

and summer’s drought

The seasons quickly pass me by

fade in and out

fade in and out

Yet now I let another die

fade in and out

fade in and out

I miss

when years

were longer.

Surrounded

The sordid, the empty
the false, the crude
souls

I surround myself
always

with

them

they assault
the senses
they deprecate
the mind
they eviscerate
the spirit
they demean
the being

I surround myself
always

too much
too little

never just right

I’ll always be goldielocks
trying one more poridge
trying one more friend
trying one more love
just one more time.

maybe
just
maybe
just

maybe

This is a photograph I took at one of the rare free schools in Zambia. This particular school, run by a center called Bwafwano, offers a free education mainly to orphans of the HIV – AIDS pandemic in Zambia, which is one of the worst in the world right now.

From Ren:
Roundabout melancholy; The sculptor of this blood-letting jot,
Hosts these series of tarry word smears that escape from
Godless fingers, here in these final days.

The womb has left me impotent and castrated – I am sexless and dead.
Without cessation and abandoned by all opportunity,
All that smiles back is the underbelly cesarean of this evacuated host.

I haven’t the cancer to stomach all of this distilled happiness.

Slow shutter speed combined with a little colouring.
The model is my Fiancée at the Wedding Show on the 7th of September 2008.

Here I stand; she holds my hand.

The smell of wet earth fills my nostrils, and the late summer sun warms my face. The wind blows foretelling a storm.

Everyone is here but you. No one knows what to say but they all look beautiful. Suits, dresses, nice shoes, and colourful ties contrast the grey, green, and brown.

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