Tuesday, September 21, 2010

are.sh.con.dence.fi

this feels a bit like a confessional (I wouldn't know for sure), I'm a hoarder. A hoarder of experience, expression and moments. Moments and memories that can either be shared with others or held onto, for myself. It's the sort of thing that I wonder about, I see others sharing their experience and stories so freely that it seems like lessons learned- for anyone whose listening; Whether the sharing of knowledge, or the outpouring of thought is what fuels their desire and drive; For me I hold self-confidence and inspiration close to my chest, I feel like I need it. I can't openly release stories and experience to the ether, it would shatter like the black to light. or bats to bright. I don't think they can hold together on their own, so I'll hang onto them. a little longer. collecting. handling. holding. till they stick. And stand on their own.

Like the bridge to a song. when the noise falls away. you'll find something unexpected. something. new.


I hoard. I guess. I do, so I can assemble. Eye spy, with my little I.

7 comments:

Firefly said...

This photo seems so amazing....
And I totally understand your point of view, I totally do that with my inspiration, my stories... And just when they are ready to go into the sunlight, I'll release them.

Very nice post!
Keep up the excellent work =)
Cheers!

Anonymous said...

but ur a neat hoarder :D

jenniferprior said...

<3 I am an internal hoarder. Yours at least is both physically beautiful objects and internal as well!

And boy, well said!

Nimit Malavia said...

Well I'm glad to see hoarding is a pass time we all share, haha.

Thanks for the good vibes everyone :)

lovisa said...

i love your paintings!!

Esther Morales said...

Amazing works!!!:O

a n n i e said...

remember those paper cranes <3