true romantics are, to some degree, all masochists .
Category: musings
find a way to work without working + indulge daily in passions.
“love & work are the cornerstones of our humanness.” – FREUD
if work was all passion, + passion is driven by a deep-seated love for an idea (or thing or person). then, in keeping with this theory, all of our humanness is love.
+ for a person who is in love with love, there is no better life.
happy are those whose purpose has found them.
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special thanks to RUBY ALDRIDGE for capturing the moment.
dead in the distance
about a week ago i was location-scouting for a shoot outside a cemetery.
on a road leading into the graveyard there were four men with bundles of roses capitalizing on funeral-goers forgetfulness/grief/guilt
as i stood on the hood of james, purveying angles and potential compositions, snapping test shots and basking in the los angeles afternoon sun, i pondered the waiting game
waiting on death, waiting on funerals and their patrons
i contemplated it all flat on my back, on top of my volvo
eventually, i slid off the roof of the car. one of the younger men selling flowers (maybe 20?) approached me.
“no tengo dinero,” i said
and then
“i am a man. this is for you,” he said
i drove home with a bouquet of three red roses meant for the dead
künstlerroman
lord knows all i want to do is wander the earth with purpose.
collecting images
and experiences
and helping people.
and loving
and being loved.
but sometimes i think this world and i are at odds… not because we don’t get along
(i think we’re rather in balance. her & i)
but because
that little twit “practicality” worms her way into my mind. and sometimes it takes days/weeks/months for me to shake her off.