the secret kept by mountains

“We dont see things as they are, we see them as we are,” and its so true. It was thanksgiving last week and instead of sitting at a table eating semi-dry turkey we packed up our car and drove due North — to the mountains. Some of you may have seen an update on my insta-story. I’m not really one for holidays apart from Christmas and i’m terrible with dates, to me it was just another day. The further north we went the more the winter caved in on us like a light fog. The roads started to bristle with ice and the trees sprinkled flakes as we drove. Winter is my favourite time of year; i love warm sweaters, knitted blankets, cuddling with Basil on the sofa and any excuse to wear my big snow boots — i’ll take it!

It was around lunch time so it had already started to get dark but the lighting was perfect for photography even the evening was on pointe; warm and softening — my favourite light to work with but unfortunately i don’t get out as much as i’d like to take pictures. I’m glad that i did, my excitement for photographic art was renewed and working with my camera was rewarding.
In short it was a perfect day with perfect company.

Sometimes we need small things to remind us why we work so hard everyday, why we do what we need to so we can do the things that make us happy and make every day a little more special. Photographing my drifting and travels is a huge part of my life (though i sometimes try to deny it when i get frustrated), but sadly sometimes i neglect it because its hard to afford consistent upgrading of equipment and i also work too much. At least too much to go out and take pictures as much as i’d like.

We drove the Kangamangus highway. We were told it was beautiful in the fall, but no — its at its most beautiful in the winter. No body else was up there and miles of forest/mountain road a head of us. We stopped wherever we wanted and Basil was able to explore without disturbance.

Deep in the forest of the mountains was a secret kept only by mountains and trolls… a quiet lake lined in trees and hidden under a thick sheet of ice — completely forgotten as all the tourists and geese had travelled to warmer states. There it was in the winter sun with three playing ducks bathing in the only pool of water left unfrozen. Animals nickered, scratched, squeaked and scarpered. And that warm light i told you about started to die.

the secret kept by mountains

rough around her edges

“I’m glad I’ve been wrong enough to keep in practice. . . You can’t avoid it, you’ve got to learn to handle it. If you only come face to face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it’s bound to be extra painful. I face mine every day–that way they ain’t usually much worse than a dry shave.” ― Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove

a lousy technical artist

I’m a lousy technical artist, truly. Two out of five of my paintings are visually appealing. I break all the rules, whatever rules there are, when it comes to art. My paintings and sketches aren’t always good and sometimes my subjects are ugly. I can mix colours to get the right results but i’m not always satisfied with my pieces when i’m finished, but thats me in a nut shell. Im a perfectionist which is one of the reasons it takes a long time for products to go up on my etsy, for photographs to be printed — they have to be spot on or they’ll sit in a box/hard drive for the rest of my life.
I stopped drawing a few years ago — which was a shame because i’m actually pretty good at sketching but i’m not so skilled when it comes to the finer details (i’ve started really trying to improve this). However, i always loved painting even if my paintings never satisfied me so i’ve started experimenting again — how good it is for the spirit to do something for no one but yourself ! I highly recommend it.
Today i spent my day painting, sketching and drawing with ink my new favourite medium — indian ink. I was supposed to be working on my novel but i didn’t. Although i also finished a knitted sweater today so i have atleast been productive.
Practice makes perfect. I’m glad i’ve started revisiting old hobbies and interests because i’ve found it makes me a happier person but still a little bit of an asshole.

a lousy technical artist