Dear Everyone – blast from the past
I just found a folder full of photo journals I did back in 2003 – 2005. Before I started painting and doing mixed media every day, I was into Photoshop. I still am, but not in the same way anymore. I used to update my blog (on xanga. it’s deleted, don’t bother looking for it) with photos with written words either underneath or directly on the picture. It’s kinda funny now to imagine doing that, but it made me realize I sorta miss it. I did a whole series called “Dear Everyone”, which was very tongue and cheeky. I think this is my favorite..
“You is just the lucky ones”???
haaaa
Okaaaay.
I’m gonna have to go find Fred’s again some day. This time, I’m gonna take a photo of those old gas pumps. I probably only live 1/2 hour away now..if I can find it again, that is. I remember it was on a long dirt road, in the middle of nowhere. But, everything in KS is in the middle of nowhere, unless you’re in the city.
ha! funny thing is, i don’t even like raspberry jam.
well, i do, but only if it’s seedless.
and, i don’t think i’ve ever put lemon in my tea.
but, i do wish i owned those pink teacups.
wanna see more?
or had enough?
let me know in the comments.
I did enjoy seeing them, but got the same kind of butterfly feeling that I get when I look back at MY old art and old journals. It is so humbling to me, because I do get moody, sentimental, cutesy, passionate, and I feel things in the moment and go with them. But later, when I look back at them … oh, butterflies. It feels so vulnerable and exposed to me. If I spent much time on it, it would hamper me from feeling things in the present, because I’d go, “….ohhh, nooo, remember when I looked back at that, later”. Does this make any sense to you? Anyways, my vote is that I am loving the present Katie. But probably if I had been a long time friend of yours, I could look back at those and get much more of a kick out of them. So there’s my fifty cents. : )
i get what you’re saying, sooz, but i completely disagree with you. sorry. if i felt exposed or vulnerable, i surely wouldn’t have posted it here. actually, i don’t “feel” anything at all, except maybe grateful for this memory..which i may not have if i hadn’t made this journal page.
the whole reason i have kept some sort of journal since i was 13 years old is to look back on them. otherwise, what is the point? and, i am able to stay in the present while looking backwards. doesn’t bother me at all. so, i guess we’re different that way.