I photograph a plant. The sky is overcast, and although I enjoy strong sunlight, at times there is nothing better than the even wash of cloud cover to best show the subtle beauty of a wild flower. I find plants in their natural habitat are generally less brash and delicate in form as compared with their cultivated counterparts. The unwanted weed inspires.
Photography helps me see what movement often obscures.
'Real': genuine, existing. Not imitation, supposed, imagined, nor artificial.
Everything we touch, everything we see, hear, taste and smell takes time to flow before it is realized. All we experience is imagined as an imperfect echo of those things 'out there'. We comfort ourselves with the fiction that this now is real. As I dreamt last night (and only for that time), to my surprise I knew, and long before, all detail of that vibrant, real and other world.
My private life stays with me at all times: off and online, with others, and alone. Especially alone.
My inner voice is fragmented with thoughts that dash from one to the next. It is playful, fearful, hopeful, unpredictable. When I am with friendship, with love, a little of its voice is freed.
I share small moments of my private life with those I trust and hope to trust, and when I do, it is as if I give my very breath. With love, as one, my private life gives way.
William Shakespeare
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Think This Today is the creation of Mike de Sousa, an artist, writer, and composer.