A journey, a downright determination more like it, to jump start the so called side hustle of online T-shirt design and sales.
August 27th 1995 at 0630hrs, I was born; at 0645hrs I died; at 0710hrs, I was revived. I died two more times and subsequently revived in a time span of three days.
It was born in the depth of your psyche, unleashed to run rampant through your brain like a sewer rat gnawing through the chords of electrical wiring, burning out power to the stem of your cerebral cortex. Disconnected from the world, the beast can adopt fantasy into reality with none the wiser, Conspiracy and paranoia being its specialty. Contacting its host through subliminal messages and voices unheard by public ear. The host becomes incoherent to his or her surroundings and the assassin is allowed to direct, produce and star in the movie of the moment. psychosomatic babble is whispered in the ear of the beholder with prejudice towards all. neurological damage is eminent, the voices get louder and the paranoia is overwhelming. Who am I, where am I, who’s there. Things are definitely going bump in the night. Sleep is but a mere memory and memory is farsighted by the assassin’s trickery. The truth become lies and the lies become truth. No longer able to cope with society, the assassin’s employee is outcast and sent deeper into the realm of the puppet master.
Eric Kim said it best, when he describes his street photography as making a photo as opposed to taking a picture. He expresses asking someone to make a photograph seems more pleasing to hear as opposed to taking one's picture. The mere sound of the word “taking” adds a sense thievery and puts people on guard and less likely to agree to pose for a few snaps of the camera. Eric’s philosophy has added a whole new perspective to my own means of photography. I no longer look at my photos as a “picture taken,” but more so now as a “photo made.” A made photo is only made once the decision has been made to keep, show off, display or sell. Discarded pictures are your taken ones, taken, and discarded, and forgotten. Made pictures are the storytellers, like the story of the pictures I made for this chapter.
As per many of my inspirations, they seem to ignite while hard at work behind my computer. So it should come to no surprise that “Desktop Inspiration” is another such writing. I have two computers at my desk, a work horse that captures my emails, calendar of events, and everything work-related, and of course my inspirational rantings. the other computer is solely for scheduling my work force. It is this computer to which this writing comes into fruition. Often the computer will sit idle, and return to the random desktop images that Windows OS 10 offers, and at present I have the images on the nature's path imagery that is, every so often, updated, selected through Microsoft’s vast library of beautiful landscape photography. Seeing that I have been trigger happy this summer, taking my own photographs, I’ve adopted Windows Desktop images display and added my own photos to the mix, and have even been able to incorporate my own inspirational verbiage to the screen pictures.