Following the third year of a holiday letter comprised
of my (increasingly complex) life via a (increasingly complex) year-in-photographs, I
wondered what it would be like to join the great experiment of 365 days of photographs.
I'm not a photographer,
I'm a writer. I'm a visual thinker, and if ever there was proof that a photo is worth a
thousand words, it would be the story a photo tells me, or in this case, about me.
Follow me on this adventure, where I
learn about photography, my ability to record my life, my dedication to something (I've
never been known for doing anything everyday) in my posts. I've also discovered I'm
learning about time, the history of it, and the odd practice of recording it, measuring it,
turning it into something tangible, and I'll record these explorations in the sidebar.
As always, feel free
to say anything. My experiment is not a spectator sport.

February 20, 2009

February 20 2009 A Painting of No Importance

I did a lot of drawing once. It was part of my identity. I have binders and notebooks full, illustrations, comics, designs, doodles, and in the fight for creativity, my writing won. I do not feed my drawing muse much anymore. The girl-student did a lesson Grecian art, and painted vessel-shaped replicas on construction paper with tempura paint. When the project was over, there was still some paint in the dish. It became mine. At first, it was just lines, and then it became what it is, and I filled it in. I was pleased.

Nothing special about how I took the picture today. I opted for an angle that showed off the style, but that's about it.

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