Blurred

At the beach I used my Lensbaby and blurred all of the images I made. The essence of light reflecting off the water and the lines and tones and birds were my only interest...It feels like a secret...I broke a rule...once again I created something seemingly useless, with great pleasure. I have to pause for a moment and allow the clamor in my brain to settle down. What do I do with them? It's done and it has no purpose. Possibly the experience of making them should be enough; it put me in a meditative state, which I assure you I am no longer in. It's times like this that I feel the need to sit at the foot of the masters. I want help with my irrational actions. How do I make them a bridge to understanding, or something tangible? Everybody seems to have a purpose. All I have is feeling. You can't grab onto it. I don't even feel it anymore.

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This image "Blurscape 1" Elena Ray copyright 2008.

Comments

['muk]

I tell my students to write the following sentence when we start a week-long workshop: "I give you permission to write crap". It's all about not worrying about being brilliant, or creating something useful...see what comes...break rules...write badly...have fun...After we write, we re-write, revise, edit...find the brilliance.
That's what I see here. I'm going to try to say: I created something seemingly useless, with great pleasure." every day. The chickadees are insane in the front pine, I must take my coffee out and join them...(Thank you so much for your kind words about my book, Elena. I glad you liked it).
'muk