The Intent

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[comfort food]
[Delicious, non-invasive, dopamine releasing comfort food]

[It feels so good to consider]
[consider all the things we could do]
[consider all the art we could make]
[and just how fucking good we would be at it]
[甘口]
[you cant fail a fantasy.]

you can't fail a fantasy.

It's been a few years since I really felt it creatively. I've done projects, worked freelance, created cool things with cool people who do cool stuff,

but it only visited in fleeting moments. Caught on the wind and gone a moment later.
Have I lost my spark? Am I no longer an artist? Was it a phase like 90s media told me all of my art and aesthetic could only ever be? Did I age out of creativity?

Am I - too old - for this shit?

I spent the majority of my life surrounded by people. Surrounded by creatives.
Creatives just starting on their path
Creatives knee deep in their endeavours
Creatives too old for this shit
I was never shy of inspiration or validation. Whether praise or criticism, I always had feedback. I always had synergy. I always had a point to prove.

I lost the plot.

The old points felt trivial and self indulgent, the new points felt scary and new
and it could happen to youuuu

[Can I still create the work I was proud of?]
[Can my current skills have value to anyone now?]

Caught between the imposter of yesterday and the imposter of today

So it was, the self soothing cycle.
My YouTube feed became a myriad of self-helping, minimalising, adhd coaching, how-to's and how not-to's. An absolute monolith of "Get your shit together, you idiot, and just do something. Do anything. DO THE THING."

[sweet flavour]

But I didn't. Not really. Not in a way I think I should. Not well enough, fast enough, thoughtfully enough.

Not enough.
You are not enough.
Your skills are not enough.
Your intent is not enough.
None.
Null.
No.

I started going to the gym. Maybe some good adrenaline would feed the brain the juices that make art happen.
The muscles I had gained pro wrestling until 2020 no longer lived beneath my skin. I felt weak and embarrassed, but I told myself:

[It's okay]
[It doesn't matter where you are today]
[All that matters is you know where you are today]
[Because that means you know where to go tomorrow]

...

So I had a few free minutes at work the next day.
So I had a camera and roll of film with me.
I went to the backyard.
I shot a roll of film.

[All that matters is you know where you are today]

[Shot on Mamiya/Sekor Auto XTL Ilford Delta 100]