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- Geoff
- To me, it's always seemed that friendships and relationships just end in tears and heartbreak. I end up throwing my heart so far ahead into things that by the time the rest of my body (and senses) catch up, it's too late.
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I love the photo.
So different.
I always wanted to take something like that, but I never owned a good enough camera.
Thanks a lot! I appreciate the kind words. :)
The camera I used is honestly nothing special. It's an Olympus D-560 and is at least 5 years old. It's only 3.2 megapixel, which by even recreational (as opposed to professional, or even amateur) standards is quite primitive, but with simple things like that and by desaturating the and resizing the pics accirdiungly, it makes them seem pretty impressive looking, haha.
I was born in a VERY christian setting myself.
If you ever look up "Child of God", the famous sex cult, well, yeah, that's me.
My parents and I were missionaries all my life, and what is why I've lived in many countries.
You didn't write me a novel.
I appreciate your imput, and the time it took you to even respond to my blog.
I'm always interested in what you'll write next.
Well thank you. :)
It's always nice to know that there's a few people who enjoy what I write; whether they can relate to it or they just enjoy reading it.
So thank you for responding, it means a lot. and I really appreciate it.
I looked through a few of the poems and pieces you've put in your blog and I'm very impressed.
i think black&white photo is art.
:)
I suppose anything and everything could considered art nowadays, haha. All in the eye of the beholder. :)
A friend of mine recently asked me how difficult it is for a young struggling artist such as myself to make any kind of money off of my art and such nowadays.
She kinda caught me off guard at first by the question because first of all I never considered myself as an artist out loud and secondly I've never even seriosuly considered selling my "art".
After a few moments of thinking, I responded that I think everyone who could be given the "artist" tag is struggling in some way. Even though not all of them are struggling in the sense of not being able to sell the fruits of their labor, they are struggling to deal with the inspiration for their work.
So my only answer was that I guess I'll never be a best-selling artist of any kind because selling my work doesn't really make sense, haha. I mean sure, profiting off of my heartbreak and misfortune sounds pretty appealing (especially to a broke, young, spoiled American burnout with no future aspirations, haha), but I think it defeats the purpose of my work. It's more of a coping mechanism; a challenge even. If I sell it or try to make money off it (assuming anyone would even pay for it, haha) then it'd be less of a challenge and take away the meaning behind most of my work I guess, haha.
I for one have never really been able to write or draw or do much creatively when I'm in a good mood. It sounds weird, haha, but it's true.
"There's not many strong descriptive words that rhyme with 'happy', man", I was once told by a buddy and I think he had it right. :)
happy as a puppy... yup - the rhyme sounds sloppy :)))
for me is worse - i can not put a price on my works when someone asks... and i can not draw when i'm asked to!
i call myself a weirdo - not an artist, but i know what u mean.
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