This is a pic of Joe, my roomate in South America. A sort of looking back, he has.Fading murals have always seemed a bit sad to me. At one point some individual birthed an image with the hope that the world would see a message, but now it fades and cracks; a vision lost. I feel a bit like that in life at the moment. I'm working to pay the bills, and finding it hard to see how this time in my life will serve me, except when I actually sit down at the depth of the depression and actually reposition myself to see how the things I am learning are going to pay off in the future. It takes a good look, and change of perspective in order to say, "Oh, now I see. This all makes sense now."
This blog has been long over due, but there has been little inspiration, or need. I must admit that I write not for you, but probably more for me. It's a sort of relief to know that somehow my thoughts have been recorded to those who are interested. We all want to be known, I suppose.
The Fall season is upon us, I can feel it in the air. I await it with eager expectation, and also with a sort of preparedness. Like many others, the fall often brings on a sort of seasonal depression. It's a depression that most cannot understand unless they are of the sort to, in a queer way, look forward to this low, moody period. For me, it's a time to refocus. To dig deep down in the mess of who I am, and realign my life with who I truly am. It's a love, hate relationship.
For now, I will work hard towards earning a digital camera to allow me to continue to grow in this strange art. I hope to share it with many of you.
Much Love, Darnell
