i was asked a while back what it means to live an artful life. i think i laughed out loud. i detected some sort of expectation. an answer that would somehow contain the thrill of a promise. i am thinking now that an artful life, the term which annoys me in some indescribable way, is about dark and light. while shooting a few changes in the shadows this morning, i caught some noticeable wall shibori. some light resist.
another shot had me immediately bothered by the choice the light switch offered. is it artful to notice? or is it artful to manipulate? is artful a matter of perception? if so, where is the honest communication in that? and how could it matter to define it? i feel a bit numb lately.
a bit blue and surrounded by contradiction of my own making. yet, i know i am not alone.