tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post113643710108724740..comments2023-12-23T07:29:02.620-06:00Comments on Diary of a Self-Portrait: Looking for Inspiration...Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10377814945121401007noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post-1136533912668900972006-01-06T01:51:00.000-06:002006-01-06T01:51:00.000-06:00Smells good to me. Thanks for taking me with you.Smells good to me. Thanks for taking me with you.daringtowritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07245269118641232845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post-1136484595871801272006-01-05T12:09:00.000-06:002006-01-05T12:09:00.000-06:00So why is it that it's so much easier to write for...So why is it that it's so much easier to write for blogger than it is for academia?? Oh yeah, stupid question. <BR/><BR/>Amber, I must admit that I was a little jealous of your ability to actually produce. And I agree about there needing to be "soul" in writing. I'm also interested in what you said about weaving sinews that get you from one image to the next--that's when writing starts turning into an act of magic--magic that perfectionism would never get at. I look forward to talking about that more in the dim light of our office. Your accomplishments inspire me to not give up.<BR/><BR/>Renee, you lift my confidence every time. Remeber when we used to write long e-mails back and forth? It would help me get started because you, more than anyone, are receptive to the way I write. Your traveling soul understands me well.<BR/><BR/>Signora b, London in 1957 must have also been amazing. It seems that you have lived a very interesting life. I'm glad you found writing, because now I'm able to enjoy it!<BR/><BR/>Thanks chicas.<BR/>love,<BR/>j.Jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10377814945121401007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post-1136474685965524422006-01-05T09:24:00.000-06:002006-01-05T09:24:00.000-06:00How beautiful.It brings back the times I would spe...How beautiful.It brings back the times I would spend in the Indian Boutiques in London,1957.<BR/>Touching ,smelling and dreaming of a Land full of wonders.Signora B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06731977086679521317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7352133.post-1136439507013849412006-01-04T23:38:00.000-06:002006-01-04T23:38:00.000-06:00I'm envious of what you do have. This week, I've l...I'm envious of what you do have. This week, I've learned that I don't consider it really writing unless it extracts the soul from a scene or an object and transfers it to paper. And that's my problem. I've actually been writing this week, because here - I think - I expect less from myself, so instead of draining my creative energy trying to create the perfect images that aren't always necessary or available, I've been weaving the sinews that get a story from one image to the next. It's not as pretty, but I feel accomplished nonetheless. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, your sketches inspire me. Gorgeous.Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00010014345785480020noreply@blogger.com