i am almost in a state of denial that i will be parting for my long lost beloved city in a mere couple of days. in the land of my most painful young adult life travel stories, i shall return to surrender all of my nightmares. it will be during these times, that i shall not leave the camera in it’s lonely dark home. scenes will be captured, french will be stammered, love will be found again. i am still debating if i should carry all prime lens or not. it’s funny how i am suppose to go on vacation but it’s actually when i start be who i’ve been trying to become the last 3 years. we’ll see if if i still have the mojo to do something interesting. i wonder if other creative people question at what point do they run out of creative juices. is it infinite or is it circumstancial to the paths we choose?
i’ve been trying a bit to figure out a photography project when i am there but all the conceptsi come up are so lame. but i need to remind myself that the it’s not the concept that makes it, it’s about execution. really, they work together but it seems that our culture value execution over concept. i think i finally understand the artist between the artist and the spiritual seeker. many times they are the one and same but the root of each one’s question is the same. the artist questions thier reality and manifests that question in the physical form. whereas the spiritual seeker manifests their question in the action.