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This one came to me in one throw on a Friday night in April as I thought about my writing and how it is received and will likely be remembered. If it's remembered at all.
Although, surprisingly to me, there are things I've said in the past, usually off the cuff in conversations that I don't remember, that many years later friends have told me made a deep impression on them.
I just remain uncertain whether I can do that purposefully. But that isn't really the point.
The point is to communicate. Sometimes to share a truth in hopes of being understood, or to reassure someone else they are. Sometimes to craft clever lies to provoke or entertain. Those are usually clearly delineated. The essays are my truth. The stories are my lies. The poetry is my attempt at artful reflection. A few of each were born of anger.
I just don't know if anything in my life is that interesting under close examination. Most of the things I am proud of or views as accomplishments don't end up on a CV or resume. They don't garner accolades or awards. They are gauche to discuss in polite company. I may allude to them but I don't write about them. They won't even get mentioned at my funeral. But they are all I have to say that I lived this life.
This image ranks among the most complicated I've ever done, and one of the most complicated I done in Affinity. I took some pictures of our pine tree's bark and based it on those. The original picture of the ladybug was from a trip we took to Georgia. The ladybug really was orange. The tree bark required making a repeatable pattern that I could use to fill the space behind the magnifier, and still be able to blow it up for the space within the magnifier. The bark, the ladybug, and the magnifier were all built in separate files. Then combined to make the final image. And yes, there were red ladybugs in the tree in Georgia.
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This one came to me in one throw on a Friday night in April as I thought about my writing and how it is received and will likely be remembered. If it's remembered at all.
Although, surprisingly to me, there are things I've said in the past, usually off the cuff in conversations that I don't remember, that many years later friends have told me made a deep impression on them.
I just remain uncertain whether I can do that purposefully. But that isn't really the point.
The point is to communicate. Sometimes to share a truth in hopes of being understood, or to reassure someone else they are. Sometimes to craft clever lies to provoke or entertain. Those are usually clearly delineated. The essays are my truth. The stories are my lies. The poetry is my attempt at artful reflection. A few of each were born of anger.
I just don't know if anything in my life is that interesting under close examination. Most of the things I am proud of or views as accomplishments don't end up on a CV or resume. They don't garner accolades or awards. They are gauche to discuss in polite company. I may allude to them but I don't write about them. They won't even get mentioned at my funeral. But they are all I have to say that I lived this life.
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ReplyDeleteThis image ranks among the most complicated I've ever done, and one of the most complicated I done in Affinity. I took some pictures of our pine tree's bark and based it on those. The original picture of the ladybug was from a trip we took to Georgia. The ladybug really was orange. The tree bark required making a repeatable pattern that I could use to fill the space behind the magnifier, and still be able to blow it up for the space within the magnifier. The bark, the ladybug, and the magnifier were all built in separate files. Then combined to make the final image. And yes, there were red ladybugs in the tree in Georgia.