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photography. ...is a medium. an inbetween, a vessel or vehicle that carries or represents. ultimately it is a tool. a static middleman of sorts. a costumed interpreter.

i feel i have a need to serve my balance to try to keep from jumping the mad. the photographic image is one way to expel this exhaust. it is effective, immediate, but can also be involved and complex. it is a highly customizable medium/tool. even at that, i fall down on consistency.
ahh~
all humans exhaust their mental byproducts, expel expression, find a need to articulate the world-surround; essential and inherent function.
i realize or maybe accept that there are those humans(me) who are overwhelmed by insatiable experience. i cannot turn the stuff off. is it something to turn off? textures fierce and overconstantly tied-in to the dynamic balance between instinct and intellect. for this, everything is tool. everything becomes art and element of thought. seams are lost.

of the many tools i have come to use, the camera, and it’s latent insinuations of time and abstract, provides a consistent portal where continuum enjoys tangible form.


i am that inconsistent beast on the corner but retain human predictability. is it something we can escape? - do we want to? i tend to reinvent wheels, because the one's present don't tend to fit or at least i haven't learned the lesson necessary to make it fit. plus, invention is the inherent variable that maintains our innate ability to adapt our rich resilient quality.

i can think too much. that is, that i can get caught up in details or singular elements and trip myself into floundering fillets. i enjoy the daily texture but i can be overwhelmed which leads to my over-focused attention or inactivity.

in general, i love the process the movement of life. i am most interested in the details of culture and life-byproducts, the wear and tear of existence. i am highly enamoured with seeing through things or of hidden sources of movement or sound.
i like the variable - i love it.

i love hats and character bits. textures, fingerprints. mistakes, thrifstores; i love the things that dance with my exponent~ my dynamic circuit completed.

and i have a sneaky love for wigs. "sneaky" because it's almost like i am not aware of this "love" but i have detected its presence. i have other sneaky loves but i thought to share this one.

connection. not recognition. not proof or prove. no trophy or record. i want to know the you, others, all. all that can be known. we are connected in our relative ways. not alone, but alone.

dirty lenses are as useful as clean ones.