I was cleaning up some old stuff this morning and I found a disk in the bottom of one of my long-neglected boxes. It was a disk I had burned of all my personal crap the first time I got laid off (yeah, the first time. Gotta love the media business, don't ya?). This image was buried in a folder full of Lord-knows-what.
It's amazing to me how completely we can forget entire parts of ourselves. For many years, an artist was all that I was. Sure, I did other things like music, but an artist was what I was. This image repesents the culmination of 15 years of dedicated work at my craft, of experiments both failed and successful, of butting heads with professors and other students, of everything that made me who I am. And I haven't done a thing since.
But even now, after about 9 years, I'm still quite fond of this piece.
Wonder where it is.
1 comment:
i love this piece too! Another one to go into my "favourite"! ;)
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