Posts in Category: self portrait

be right back

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Big weekend.  So many pictures to edit.  So many things to tell you.  But I'm back in the week and working again.  

Time.  I need more time.

morning sun on my arm

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Breakfast:  milk, egg, watermelon and cherries.  Coffee and catching up with the world.  Some moments you wish you could hold onto just a little longer.  But they're fleeting, like sunlight drifting across the table.  And then it's time to go to work.

flux

I’m flying. I’m landing. Skittering along; halting to find I’m the wrong way around. 

I’m floating.  Above life looking down.  I’m on the edge, a precipice with one foot hanging over, saying it’s going to go.  Inviting, welcoming the rest of me to come along.  Fall or fly?  Still, I saw at the chains that hold me there.

I’m waiting.  Waiting and moving.  Moving around on the set of another play.  Other characters are giving me cues but these are not my lines and I fumble them and the audience is not amused. 

I’m watching.  The clock.  An extra hour we’ve been given this week but in the middle of the night as I’m rehearsing the lines it’s a long, heavy hour mocking me there.

I’m heavy.  Heavy, floating, slow across the stage.  Waiting for sleep but that damn clock mocks.

self-portrait – behind that curtain

Unlike my sisters and my daughters, I've never been comfortable in front of a camera.  So it's a funny thing that I've been wanting to play with self portraits.  I've done a number of them in previous years in my Expressive Arts and other creative classes in all kinds of mediums, and they're a grand tool for exploring that vast place of mystery – the self.  Certainly I could use a little practice in exposing more of ME – something I've never been much up for.  

With all of the new job events and others this summer, I won't get up for one of my annual weeks at the Haliburton School of the Arts to do one of the courses in my Expressive Arts certificate program, so I figure it would be a good idea to do some creative play on my own.  And one gets introspective, I suppose, when one hits a landmark birthday.

I've no interpretation for this one, taken the day before I started my new job.  Except that maybe I'll get more comfortable with the whole camera thing and get out from behind curtainy shields.

14 June 2011