Orlando vacation over….Sad to see it done, but all things must end, and we must all return to our lives of normalcy and routine.
What is the definition of the word AGONAL? Associated with or relating to great pain, especially the agony of death. But I want to grab that word back and use it my own way. My mother recently passed away, and I was there to see her take her last breath which was referred to as an “agonal breath”. Because I know my mother is now at peace after suffering a long and slow decline, I didn’t see that last breath as something that was pain or agony. I saw it as the ultimate release of those things and the start of something new. Whether I believe in God or an almighty being is irrelevant, I believe that the soul had weight and is somehow transferred at the moment of expiration to a place where it is free and no longer tethered to a decaying vessel. So in my mind I see agonal as a joyous and freeing word that should be celebrated. I can’t change the whole world, but in my world I can change this one word.
Mondays are always interesting days for me. I am glad to be back into a routine after what always seems to be a disjointed weekend with no frameworks. At the same time I really would love to be home doing something I want to do…have a painting I want to finish…photos to work on…and sleep…
One of these days I will figure out how to make everything work all the time.
Sometimes I feel like I am just a bunch of cubes stacked up on each other. Every part of me is a cube that holds a little detail about the whole, and sometimes the cubes are set on each other and not completely lined up. Not in a bad way, but sometimes the details of the whole are just a bit off kilter…and that is really the true me…I think…
OK…so I may have gotten a burst of inspiration this morning. I started with the one self portrait boring shot from my cell and it morphed into this. I have a feeling a very large canvas is in my future.
I liked the shot so much from earlier that I started doing some post processing to it and printing it out. Thinking I may use multiple copies of the shot mixed in with other body part shots and do a large canvas. Not sure yet, but liking the starting point.
The obligatory self portrait of the day. This isn’t my usual fare, but today I was feeling a little more fragmented than usual, so I thought I would take a shot showing just a fragment of me. This is just a raw shot from my cell sent directly here, which is against everything I usually do with a photo. No tricks, manipulations or filters…just me…
CTA 3 (by Ruff Made Art)
This is a shot I did a while ago of the exit turnstile out of the Addison Red Line station. Every time I walk out of one of these it makes me feel like I am passing through a giant sieve…it strains out the debris of the usually crowded ride on the train from my mind and leaves me feeling fresh again. Is something I think…
