I have been in the thick of it the past year and asking myself, God, and others what is the point.
Bearing fruit is a concept I grew up hearing about and at times pondering. These days I have been taking a more honest assessment of the FRUIT in my life.
What are the fruits and how do we decide if it’s good/ripe or bad/rotten.
What about the soil?
Soil and Soul are so close in spelling.
Back to an edit.
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It is normal to doubt yourself.
I was told one of the give aways that I am an artist is the feeling that “I AM NEVER ENOUGH”, that I lug with me.
Now it still needs to be put into check but it is something that I allowed to be there.
To Doubt is to be normal.
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I WENT TO COURT TODAY IN ANOTHER MAN’S CLOTHS…
also his shoes. Shoes that were too small and stiff. Shoes that with in 15 minutes already had drawn blood.
“Excuses me. Do you have a bandaid?”
“Fer What?”
“These shoes are not mine and the have rubbed me raw.”
I was forced to slow down and experience life differently on this day. Through the lens of humility.
The sting will be with me at least until tomorrow.
Pain is not a bad thing if you just let it do its thing.
IH
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I don’t want to spend time digging in the wrong holes…to be left with just a bunch of dirt:)
Being an artist has been about learning WHO I AM as the artist. To make money seems to be the biggest task at hand for so many people I know in this field yet I will follow my “Artistic Observer”.
Do what matters first.
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I have much respect for the artists that remain at editing bays all day every day. It feels so unnatural for me to sit and focus with out using the rest of my body.
When the time and money come, I will have a few of you rockstars on my team.
I prefer to be out on the edge reaching for the ideas and doing what it takes to steal the moments form the air.
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There is a way to see the world that get’s entirely too cluttered with bull shit.
As I sit on my pull out sofa…editing a small project…while my son and daughter sleep next to me…
The bull shit falls away.
I have not seen these babes in 5 weeks and I missed them dearly . As my son was drifting off to sleep, his arm across my chest, he whispers…”I love you Daddy” as if he knew I needed to hear it in that moment.
On our death beds we will not give a fuck about the films we make. We will care about the handful of relationships that have been entrusted to us on this life’s journey.
Get it? Got it! Good.
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IH