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I remember a painter girl who appeared in my dreams once… in one hand, she holds masks with faces of all the women I had a relationship with; with another hand — she gently takes mine and puts my thumb in her mouth. Then, sucking on it, she whispers smilingly: Insanity of a narcissist changes to enlightenment if you let it take you further…
So how insane do you have to be to take a good picture?
I am always worried about the conscious part of image-making… if you overthink it — your intent becomes over-exposed(apparent?), the image becomes staged and boring. If you become too loose creatively — the image falls into the vanity of self-gratification or worse — becomes a mess. There is always a trap of becoming generic, of course. (Ah, the generic feed of our social media… It should be praised for pushing real artists into shadow; for artist grows stronger and bolder unrecognized).
Darling! Look at this sunset. Looks just like a painting…
