First off, I have no idea whether it should be "lay" or "lie". Not that concerned, honestly.
Adulthood is oftentimes quite strange. I just had an argument with a dear friend over something I was mildly wrong about and she was going to apologize for but hadn't had a chance to. Finding the balance of standing up for myself and submitting when I ought to submit is tricky. People are so varied, it's a wonder we manage to get along at all. I wonder when I'll realize that we are all equally right and wrong and the only thing that we can count on to be right all the time is Jesus. There I go, being close to post-modernism again. I don't mean it in the nebulous sense of relevant truth, but rather everyone having their own convictions and feelings and the validity of those things. People can't help to feel the way they feel. dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd\\
Sorry about that, fell asleep. I think that's a signal for sleep.
Love,
Colton
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
A Delirious Poem
A poem, today.
Delirium Ramblings
On foggy and wet mornings, every perfume smells of you.
A short night's sleep left me in want of caffeine.
Detached and with strange perspective, I hold a grande coffee with room.
Forced delirium leaves eyes with little rest.
Hyperfocused, my gaze finds art and balance in everything.
My uncertain heart held out for you, willfully ignorant of the fact I'm bles't.
Love,
Colton
P.S., A thought on poetry: Poetry's meaning should be known only to the poet and he who knows the poet well. Those reading the poetry long after the poet's death and interpreting his words are generally guessing.
Delirium Ramblings
On foggy and wet mornings, every perfume smells of you.
A short night's sleep left me in want of caffeine.
Detached and with strange perspective, I hold a grande coffee with room.
Forced delirium leaves eyes with little rest.
Hyperfocused, my gaze finds art and balance in everything.
My uncertain heart held out for you, willfully ignorant of the fact I'm bles't.
Love,
Colton
P.S., A thought on poetry: Poetry's meaning should be known only to the poet and he who knows the poet well. Those reading the poetry long after the poet's death and interpreting his words are generally guessing.
Monday, January 24, 2011
A Theory on Photography and Art
A very dear friend and mentor said once that nothing good has ever come without sacrifice. I have this theory on photography as an artform and what makes it good. I have rarely seen any fashion photography that I liked. I forget where I heard it, but someone once said that part of what makes photography great is the relationship between model and photographer. This makes a lot of sense. After reading an interview with an excellent photographer today, this made even more sense. In the interview, she cited the level of comfort between her and her models. She said that every model she has is a good friend of hers.
She creates very organic, very honest art which a lot of artists cannot claim. She takes imperfect subjects and makes them beautiful. Many can't even take a perfect subject and accomplish this. This, coupled with the already implanted thought is leading me dangerously close to the conclusion that I must be in love with every person I photograph. Perhaps it's my still young hormones overreacting to a pretty girl, but I see someone I want to photograph and I begin to ponder over them and a strange relationship is created. I suddenly care about whoever it is and I want to comfort their hurts and to be their friend. This is probably a new outlet for my Knight in Shining Armor complex, but it's real as far as I can tell.
Is that a such a crazy idea, though? As a Christian, I am called to love all and I've recently found this easier than I ever have in the past. As an artist, who strives for excellence and wants to create beautiful art, is it then such a strange thing to wholeheartedly love my subject? Perhaps it's my masochistic nature wanting to go through the throes of gaining and losing a love every time I have a photoshoot, but if nothing good has ever come without sacrifice then is it such a large request? Whatever feelings I can feel pale in comparison to what Jesus felt on the cross, so am I really even sacrificing that much?
With all I've learned over the past few years, I've concluded that I can't live reservedly. I want to say that I gave everything I had for what I cared about. If that includes falling in love with every person that I photograph, so be it. If I were to be picky, I would have to differentiate between the three Greek words for love and then decide which one I'm talking about, but I've never been fond of differentiating between them anyway. Love is love. I feel like this paragraph reads pretty self-indulgent and self-insistent, but it's how I feel. I've also heard that all artists are narcissists. Not sure if I believe that, but it sounds possible.
Love,
Colton
P.S. Here's the Flickr page of the aforementioned artist. Here's my Flickr if you're interested. I've not been keeping up with it as much as I should, I'll probably around to organizing it and uploading all of my stuff soon. Not even sure if I want to, though, since there's so much crap on there and any actual art photographer dislikes that place.
She creates very organic, very honest art which a lot of artists cannot claim. She takes imperfect subjects and makes them beautiful. Many can't even take a perfect subject and accomplish this. This, coupled with the already implanted thought is leading me dangerously close to the conclusion that I must be in love with every person I photograph. Perhaps it's my still young hormones overreacting to a pretty girl, but I see someone I want to photograph and I begin to ponder over them and a strange relationship is created. I suddenly care about whoever it is and I want to comfort their hurts and to be their friend. This is probably a new outlet for my Knight in Shining Armor complex, but it's real as far as I can tell.
Is that a such a crazy idea, though? As a Christian, I am called to love all and I've recently found this easier than I ever have in the past. As an artist, who strives for excellence and wants to create beautiful art, is it then such a strange thing to wholeheartedly love my subject? Perhaps it's my masochistic nature wanting to go through the throes of gaining and losing a love every time I have a photoshoot, but if nothing good has ever come without sacrifice then is it such a large request? Whatever feelings I can feel pale in comparison to what Jesus felt on the cross, so am I really even sacrificing that much?
With all I've learned over the past few years, I've concluded that I can't live reservedly. I want to say that I gave everything I had for what I cared about. If that includes falling in love with every person that I photograph, so be it. If I were to be picky, I would have to differentiate between the three Greek words for love and then decide which one I'm talking about, but I've never been fond of differentiating between them anyway. Love is love. I feel like this paragraph reads pretty self-indulgent and self-insistent, but it's how I feel. I've also heard that all artists are narcissists. Not sure if I believe that, but it sounds possible.
Love,
Colton
P.S. Here's the Flickr page of the aforementioned artist. Here's my Flickr if you're interested. I've not been keeping up with it as much as I should, I'll probably around to organizing it and uploading all of my stuff soon. Not even sure if I want to, though, since there's so much crap on there and any actual art photographer dislikes that place.
An Introduction
I've held off on making just a standard blog blog for a good while since I've generally thought they were trite, people simply believing their thoughts had enough value to impress them on the world. Until now, I've never really stopped to consider why people blog beyond that. I've attempted to make specific blogs before, such as a music and worship blog, only to post twice and forget about it. I kept blogs on Myspace when it was relevant for the above reason, thinking my thoughts were important enough to share with everyone I knew. Now, I'm of the mindset that thoughts are important to the person having them and oftentimes others. This won't always be the case, of course, but more often than my cynical nature will allow, it is. Shared experiences are part of what makes life great. We get together around a dinner table and share stories of past fun times had, past loves, past heartaches, why not do it here, unbound by the time of the waiter refilling your sweet tea.
I may or may not keep this blog up. Now that I'm not bound to say anything specific I may be better at it. I will talk a lot about music, art, photography, friends, work, love, Jesus, church and whatever else is on my mind. Though I'm planning on being an English major, my grammar is rarely perfect and sometimes downright bad. I'm a creative writer, so I get a pass on that. Also, I love commas.
At risk of sounding post-modern, everyone sees things differently. What's true to them may not be to another. Where I differ from post-modern thought is that there is overarching truth in the world that does not change, regardless of the viewer. How we are affected by it is what changes. This blog is going to be about my take on things. The posts here, like my thoughts, will be disjointed. Some days a proper blog, some days a poem, some days just a picture. Half the reason I'm doing this is so I can make some sense of my thoughts myself.
Love,
Colton
P.S. On a side-note, I'm overall a very happy, optimistic person with cynical tendencies set in me from birth. I've chosen to fight my cynical side as much as I can, but I won't always win. I would like you, as the reader, to know that I try to be as happy and optimistic as possible, but I'm also human. Not that I have to justify anything to you, but I just wanted to clarify.
P.P.S Also, the other half of the reason I started this blog is because I wanted to be cool like Haylee.
I may or may not keep this blog up. Now that I'm not bound to say anything specific I may be better at it. I will talk a lot about music, art, photography, friends, work, love, Jesus, church and whatever else is on my mind. Though I'm planning on being an English major, my grammar is rarely perfect and sometimes downright bad. I'm a creative writer, so I get a pass on that. Also, I love commas.
At risk of sounding post-modern, everyone sees things differently. What's true to them may not be to another. Where I differ from post-modern thought is that there is overarching truth in the world that does not change, regardless of the viewer. How we are affected by it is what changes. This blog is going to be about my take on things. The posts here, like my thoughts, will be disjointed. Some days a proper blog, some days a poem, some days just a picture. Half the reason I'm doing this is so I can make some sense of my thoughts myself.
Love,
Colton
P.S. On a side-note, I'm overall a very happy, optimistic person with cynical tendencies set in me from birth. I've chosen to fight my cynical side as much as I can, but I won't always win. I would like you, as the reader, to know that I try to be as happy and optimistic as possible, but I'm also human. Not that I have to justify anything to you, but I just wanted to clarify.
P.P.S Also, the other half of the reason I started this blog is because I wanted to be cool like Haylee.
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