I often get inspired by the photographers that I work with. Sometimes I visit their work and wish that the photos were not of me, but taken by me, so that I would not look so egotistical by surrounding myself with them. I honestly get bored of looking at myself. Anyway, when I am not “being over” myself I get inspired by minute details of a photo that I may have missed before, or a line from a random “napkin poem” makes it’s way to my consciousness, while updating my portfolio, then PADOW! I’m newly inspired for another five minutes and I try to catch it and this time, fortunately actually blog it.
So, that was a lot of build up for my “napkin poem photographer envy,” but here is the result. I forced myself to write the first sentence of the book, poem, script, I am going to write. This was it.
“Northwest Invasive Plants” -this is a working title lol
Black chipped nail polish lazily slathered a top mermaid blue, also chipped. Half shadowed by manicured evergreens, an invasion. Northwest black beauty, blackberry. Thorns red, and blistering into shiny tips awaiting a frail lacey breeze to tangle, squeeze, juice the sweetest ever tasted, spilled drop by drop onto own leaves.
Shout out to Byrd Waters for a random rainy day photo date.
…for the art of it