If Pictures Could Talk…

“They call me observant. That’s not particularly true. People are so easy to read – we bleed emotions even in the way we drink our coffee. No one seems to notice though. They’re all too busy drinking their own coffee.”

If you are to base your opinion of someone on their physical look, would you be able to tell who they really are as a person? Will you be able to tell who I really am with the type of photos I shoot and the blog I post?

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“Some people talk and talk and never say a thing. Some people look at you and birds began to sing. Some people laugh and laugh and yet you want to cry. Some people touch your hand and music filled the sky.” Charlotte Zolotow

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“If overthinking situations burned calories, I’d be dead.”

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“She was beautifully out of place. Sometimes I believe she intended to be. Like the moon during the day.”

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“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” ~Pablo Picasso, quoted in Time, October 1976

“I am often accused of being childish.  I prefer to interpret that as child-like.  I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things.  I tend to exaggerate and fantasize and embellish.  I still listen to instinctual urges.  I play with leaves.  I skip down the street and run against the wind.  I never water my garden without soaking myself.  It has been after such times of joy that I have achieved my greatest creativity and produced my best work.” ~Leo F. Buscaglia, Bus 9 to Paradise

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“Grown-ups love figures.  When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters.  They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like?  What games does he love best?  Does he collect butterflies?” Instead, they demand:  “How old is he?  How many brothers has he?  How much does he weigh?  How much money does his father make?”  Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.”  ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince, 1943, translated from French

An adventurous life does not necessarily mean climbing mountains, swimming with sharks or jumping off cliffs. It means risking yourself by leaving a little piece of you behind in all those you meet along the way.

Can you tell who am I?

I am on a journey….with my work, my explorations and a few sad stories. I travel with a suitcase full of outrageous blessings. I am on a quiet quest for truth, beauty and quiet joy. I am an artist, a writer, an explorer.

 

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