Enjoying the pre-spring sunshine and doing a bit of spring cleaning and pruning in the garden.
All very therapeutic, but a big question looms.
What next, artistically?
I find myself without a project, uncertain of what or why I am doing in my creative life.
So much so, that I have applied for a mentoring session with ABC projects atelier in the hope of finding some answers and a kick up the back side.
Asked by ABC projects to write why I wanted to do this, I found that the very act of writing made me more aware of some of the reasons behind my dilemma.
I wrote..... that I am no longer satisfied with taking photographs as an endpoint. That I also enjoy making books and writing. Which leaves me wondering what to call myself. Abstract landscape photographer no longer fully describes my intentions. Angry eco warrior fits the bill a bit better right now. I wrote that I am obsessed with litter and the state of the environment in general.
at my local bus stop - a new source of litter - nitrous oxide chargers
Litter is my problem..... other people around me don't seem to find it troubling. My frustration is driving OH ( my other half) a bit crazy.
Being angry is unhelpful to my wellbeing, and unconstructive.
So what to do?
I searched for some quotes that might help;
"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain."
Maya Angelou
You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.
Buddha
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You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.
Buddha
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/buddha_384547
Time to stop complaining.
Change my attitude.
Accept that people often make art about what is most important to them. Go with it.......
But what about my photography, and book making?
How does this fit with my current obsession?
bottle, Moeraki beach
I don't want to keep making photographs of litter. And yet, I don't have anything else that currently drives me.
So I am going to allow litter to take me down new paths, do some research, and see where that leads.
I started with a search of images of litter, garbage and trash on the web that are available for public use.
The titles are often amusing or bizarre; here is one showing evidence that littering rules are sometimes obeyed.....
Evidence That Littering Rules Are Sometimes Obeyed 05/1973, Original Caption: On Coeur D'alene Lake
I had not thought of other uses of the word, such as a litter of puppies, a litter to carry someone on, or leaf litter in a forest.
There are hundreds of images of hand litters to choose from.
And quite a few litters of puppies, but only one story about a woman, Mary Tofts, who tricked doctors into thinking that she had given birth to a litter of rabbits.
I think she might have come off the set of the recent film, The Favourite.
Mary Tofts, who duped several eminent doctors into believing she had given birth to a litter of rabbits, twelve scenes.
And then I came across this lady, luxuriating in bed for an electric blanket advertisement in 1948. We don't get to see the carpet sweeper that keeps dirt and litter in her home at bay, but you can read all about it under the image.
Text Appearing After Image:
Sleep snug and warm under the new light-as-a-jeather Simmons Electronic Blanket (shown above), Dept. J, every blessed part of you feelat peace at last! What a moment! What a moment!And to think that all this comfort is yours nightafter night—not for just a few years—but for at leastTEN years! Thats Beautyrests guarantee! I, Milwaukee 9, only $4£.50 plus excise tax, such a luscious,
Which got me thinking that there is no litter in space.....
Until I found this.
Space junk described by NASA
With regards the litter that lines every road
that I walk or drive along, I cannot pick it all up, but I do pick up what I can carry, and so far this week I have filled quite a few bags from my local streets.
I have a little obsession currently with cigarette packets; this is the one that started me off; on my daily walk around the block with dog I inevitably see at least one discarded cigarette packet in the gutter, if not more. This one grabbed my eye as it appears to show a caesarian section - is that a baby's face in the doctor's hand? The closer I look, the less I am certain, but one thing is for sure, it isn't a pretty sight, and I am drawn to the contrast between the upper text and the lower ........ they don't really fit well together.
I wonder how much attention the owner of the packet paid to these words, and doubt very much that they were influenced by the warning.
Personally I find this one "smoking kills" more impactful, but as I don't smoke it hardly matters. I shall carry on with this little project until my family discover the dirty packets that I am hiding in a not to be revealed location and demand that I quit.