as i’ve mentioned, i’ve been spending an awful lot of time flipping though numerous fashion blogs.
subsequently, many of these blog authors also have their own Flickr page links, and i’ve perused many of those lately as well. as i was going through some photos, i was gnawed at by an uneasy feeling – while the photographs were well done, many photographers gave off a strong sense of aching longing, of sadness, of want. in all my mindless wanderings and creative spurts, i’ve never felt the immense, tortuous loneliness and misunderstanding these photographers were portraying. i am blessed with the company of my friends, and i feel my Flickr album reflects our camaraderie and the progresses we make, both alone and together. for the first time, i was looking at art and could not find inspiration in its beauty – i was aware of the beauty and skill in the work, and respected and acknowledged it, but could not relate and had neither desire to understand or emulate. i began clicking through photographs faster and faster, and finally closed out the browser.
my chest hurts and i need to recover.