H.D. Thoreau

Stream of Consciousness. Thoreau was famous for this type of writing. The ongoing thought that leads to other thoughts, ending up with a paragraph of a sentence but somehow arriving at a point.

With my holga, one of my favorite things to do is get a new roll out, take out the film mask and go about my day, capturing moments, be them insignificant or not. The only thing I forsee causing me any issues is how to get the entire roll of film scanned without cutting it.

A dilemma to ponder whilst at work today.

Idle

I've discovered that I rarely come up with great ideas when I'm in a good mood. It usually takes something annoying to spark an idea. Right now, its the printer I'm currently trying to work with.

Color. In early paintings its expressive and symbolic. Purple means royalty, white = purity... good ol' underlying symbolism. Are we trained to react to certain colors? I would have to say yes. There's been tons of studies on the subject but I still like to ponder it.

My favorite part of, well... everything, is the fact that no two people will look at something and see the exact same thing. Everything is subjective. As a little kid, I took everything adults had to say as golden (meaning solid and pure). As I got older I realized everything you know is because somebody else said it, wrote it, drew it, photographed it etc. Nothing is pure. This world is millions of years old and its only getting older.

What's what and why?

Thoughts of the day.

Raw

Raw emotion is something that intrigues me. Things like anger, despair, surprise, jealousy, and in some cases, love.... they grab a hold of you, overflow you, even have physical side effects. In retrospect, couldn't it all have been avoided anyway?

I want to study these. I want to reach inside and figure out just what makes these emotions so powerful. Is it powerful in comparison because they aren't constant? Do I flip out when I'm angry because I'm rarely angry so I might as well milk it?

I want images that depict these emotions. I don't want 'lonely' to be a person in an empty room... I want to do my best to peel apart what it is, the components of these thoughts,emotions,feelings. I want to get to the root.

Thoughts from the morning.

This is what I love

I want to shoot with film forever.

I want to be behind the scenes.

I want to photograph my own reality.

I want to document lives.

I want to see the music

Introductions

So, hello there. I'm Melissa and this is my new blog. I say new, because I abandoned my old one. I'm in a place in my life where school, the only thing I've ever known, has come to an end and life as it seems is just beginning.

I don't know where it goes from here. I'm sure I should have a better plan by now, I feel like a 90s slacker



I want to do a million things at once and don't know where to start. One thing at a time I suppose.

In this blog, I shall arrange my thoughts! I shall make lists! I will go forth and create! This is what is to come. And I'm sure at times, it won't make sense. But this is what I gots ta do to make it all make sense.... well then I'm gonna do it.

Welcome, to [soon to be] organized chaos.