Gazing at the Surface

Taking care of yourself is the most revolutionary act.

Into the deep. Where the surface patterns disappear and the cool water envelopes you in silence. Eyes closed, drifting, floating. Eyes open, seeing through a different medium.

As the story goes, Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection and died, not realizing the reflection was not real. It is easy to say that this represents a sort of self-love that is destructive, but what does that really mean? Why do we equate an obsession with illusion with self-love and connote that love as negative? Continue reading Gazing at the Surface

10 Years Later

post-Hollywood delusions and the road less traveled

I meant to say this. No, actually I didn’t but I am going to anyway. So, I left L.A., left Hollywood, left the dream behind and created a new dream. I lived that dream and by living it, I destroyed that one as well. Let me see if I can explain.

So, while I was on the open road finding myself, writing in my journal, making pictures as the true photographers like to say, I found a very special thing. Some call it “faith”. Not any particular faith. Just a general trust in my reality, in myself, that doing the right thing was natural and that I would be protected if I took risks in order to do those things. Continue reading 10 Years Later

What I Don’t Know Must Be Shown

It’s the running that kept me silent. All the dark places and the reasons for things I wish I didn’t know. There exists a need to dominate. The fear of uncertainty like the necessity of a challenge. There, creates the need to forget. I have been good at that until now. Narrow goals along lonesome highways propagated across my time. Convinced of needing more, I fought against my forgetting. A battle gaining strength in conflict. And for some reason, today I spoke and so I stopped running. Continue reading What I Don’t Know Must Be Shown