thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..
26 june 2008, thursday
was reading up some articles by gong woo and how he was still in the army enlistment till next year of 2009.
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as well as watching his photobook I like Yoo.
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and listening to him singing during promotion of I like Yoo in japan in 2008.
♣
the combination of all those makes me daydream.
in my daydream, i was pondering over my white office table with all the pictures sprawled over.
i had a wide space set out as a temporary studio in the living room as the white boards i used for lighting lie around recklessly.
i was temping by taking photobooks of ppl who are interested to immortalise their still photos with captions of their quirks, likes and dislikes, sort of like a 5 min fame thing immobilised on a piece of book.
i couldnt decide what to do with the photos cause i've been using the same design for the books and i wanted a fresh outlook for it.
so pondering, i went for a run in the park where i always run when i'm out of ideas, and i tot today, i'd just take a different route and run towards a different neighbourhood blocks.
as i run, i gotten tired cause i havent slept overnite pondering if my current creativity juice is all there's left of me, and as an artist, one should keep on trying out different perspective so the ideas would always be fresh.
so that everytime i look back at the pictures, i'd be reminded of the feelings and muse i used that time.
i've so far mastered the lighting and portrait photo taking, but i havent mastered the angle cos every angle makes me mesmerised and forgot bout the time, thus i need to get out of that framework and try to up my standards so i'd get the job done fast.
sometimes i think, 24 hrs a day is not enough.
each time i had a new assignment, i'd be excited bout the things i wanted to show the clients; new things that would show them the different side of them.
but i'd be scared if they wouldnt like it or accept it cause it's too different.
and people have always been afraid of being portrayed as different, but i want my work to stand out as different and surprising cause for me, that's what still life is all about.
why black and white explains so much bout a person than a colored photo would.
why a close up of their eyes would accidentally reveal the chest of feelings they bottled up.
of still photos of smoke exhaled reveals an alternative side; a humane side, a fragile side to a hard face.
or a laughter caught on the fineprint reveals a happy person with certain vulnerability.
a picture speaks a thousand words.
then i'd remember a client mentioned how he looked back at one of the photos i took of him smiling; of how sad he was feeling that time yet he wanted to remember only good sides of life, which explains why he wanted a book done on him during his lowest period of time.
and i'd then remember a friend asking me, what else have i not done that i'd like to do.
and i'd remember i said i havent start making clothes, how i cried cause i explained that time has never been right and how everytime i wanted to take a step to doing just that, there seems to have other bigger priorities lining up.
then he asked me, how did i took up photography.
and i'd remember, i didnt took it up by accident.
i had it all planned out in my mind before i took it up, and i knew exactly what i want to do and how i was going to do it.
it was mere fluke that it did so well.
but when it comes to designing clothes, it seems i only had the passion to want to do it, but not enough courage to take it on cause i havent finished imagining how it'd end up as another facet in my life.
i still do not have an idea of what kind of clothes i want to make, and how it'd compete in the industry where it's overflow with trend setters, cause the clothes i want to make are based on clean cut, comfortable concept. There seem so much competition available, and i was swamped.
thus, the dressmaking idea has always been at the back of my mind; a regret i gotta live with.
that was all in my daydream. sigh..
♣
as well as watching his photobook I like Yoo.
♣
and listening to him singing during promotion of I like Yoo in japan in 2008.
♣
the combination of all those makes me daydream.
in my daydream, i was pondering over my white office table with all the pictures sprawled over.
i had a wide space set out as a temporary studio in the living room as the white boards i used for lighting lie around recklessly.
i was temping by taking photobooks of ppl who are interested to immortalise their still photos with captions of their quirks, likes and dislikes, sort of like a 5 min fame thing immobilised on a piece of book.
i couldnt decide what to do with the photos cause i've been using the same design for the books and i wanted a fresh outlook for it.
so pondering, i went for a run in the park where i always run when i'm out of ideas, and i tot today, i'd just take a different route and run towards a different neighbourhood blocks.
as i run, i gotten tired cause i havent slept overnite pondering if my current creativity juice is all there's left of me, and as an artist, one should keep on trying out different perspective so the ideas would always be fresh.
so that everytime i look back at the pictures, i'd be reminded of the feelings and muse i used that time.
i've so far mastered the lighting and portrait photo taking, but i havent mastered the angle cos every angle makes me mesmerised and forgot bout the time, thus i need to get out of that framework and try to up my standards so i'd get the job done fast.
sometimes i think, 24 hrs a day is not enough.
each time i had a new assignment, i'd be excited bout the things i wanted to show the clients; new things that would show them the different side of them.
but i'd be scared if they wouldnt like it or accept it cause it's too different.
and people have always been afraid of being portrayed as different, but i want my work to stand out as different and surprising cause for me, that's what still life is all about.
why black and white explains so much bout a person than a colored photo would.
why a close up of their eyes would accidentally reveal the chest of feelings they bottled up.
of still photos of smoke exhaled reveals an alternative side; a humane side, a fragile side to a hard face.
or a laughter caught on the fineprint reveals a happy person with certain vulnerability.
a picture speaks a thousand words.
then i'd remember a client mentioned how he looked back at one of the photos i took of him smiling; of how sad he was feeling that time yet he wanted to remember only good sides of life, which explains why he wanted a book done on him during his lowest period of time.
and i'd then remember a friend asking me, what else have i not done that i'd like to do.
and i'd remember i said i havent start making clothes, how i cried cause i explained that time has never been right and how everytime i wanted to take a step to doing just that, there seems to have other bigger priorities lining up.
then he asked me, how did i took up photography.
and i'd remember, i didnt took it up by accident.
i had it all planned out in my mind before i took it up, and i knew exactly what i want to do and how i was going to do it.
it was mere fluke that it did so well.
but when it comes to designing clothes, it seems i only had the passion to want to do it, but not enough courage to take it on cause i havent finished imagining how it'd end up as another facet in my life.
i still do not have an idea of what kind of clothes i want to make, and how it'd compete in the industry where it's overflow with trend setters, cause the clothes i want to make are based on clean cut, comfortable concept. There seem so much competition available, and i was swamped.
thus, the dressmaking idea has always been at the back of my mind; a regret i gotta live with.
that was all in my daydream. sigh..
Labels: Daily, Lyrical, Thoughts
posted by M.E. # 5:18 PM
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