quiet weekend
I've had one long, odd week.
It started out with a 6 hour trip to the ER, followed by a week of hobbling to classes and then waking up to a really horrible Friday morning. My life has been up and down since last Sunday, and I am really glad to be starting a NEW week.
I love this photo, I had some downtown in the living room yesterday and I knew EXACTLY what I wanted it to look like. It's funny, but since the beginning of the summer, my photo creative skills seem to have gone down the drain. I've felt exhausted and uninspired by all of my projects and I haven't really wanted to take photos.
I need to get my groove back, I just can't seem to find it anywhere. School isn't helping either, which is funny- I go to art school, isn't that the whole point? Last semester felt generally useless, like I've done it all before. Maybe a semester away from the "art" in art school will help get my creative juices flowin' again.
When I took this, all I could think about were Zach and Brittany. This polaroid hangs up on the wall by my door so that every morning before I leave my room, I see them (plus a photo of my family, a photo of Randi and a photo from the road trip). Even when I start out feeling like a pile of dung, I get some sort of happiness from knowing that these people make me so joyous.
While I was off my foul, infected foot this week, I spent a lot of time tooling around flickr and trying to find people, photos and groups that inspired me. Apparently something clicked, because my last 6 photos have been some of my favorites in quite a while.
It started out with dancing in the kitchen on Tuesday. I took the day off (thank Jesus I did too, I was still in some serious pain), slept in for the first time in ages, made Red Velvet Cupcakes for Phylicia, perused Flickr for probably two hours, took hilarious photos of me dancing in the kitchen and went to bed early, again, for the first time in ages.
Max gave me his bubble wrap on Friday, which really saved my afternoon. Friday I woke up feeling lost, anger, depressed and ready to crawl into my cave of a room and not come out. Thank God I had a French test or I might have done just that. Everyone left on Friday night, so it was just me, my photos, Fight Club and flickr for about 5 hours.
Strangely enough, to top off the week, today's shoot was amazing. I spent almost an hour planning how the hell I was going to get about 30 Scrabble letters on the wall without glue, and the end result kicks some serious ass.
Enough for now, but I think I'm going to start writing on here more often. Maybe posting some outtakes, telling some redonkulous stories that involve me accidentally swallowing Scrabble letters or slipping in the tub on fake blood or just word vomiting about my days.
<3
liza








