I keep trashing every blog I begin tonight. I don’t know what it is. Nothing sounds right, nothing is flowing properly, and I’ve backspaced the end of this sentence a solid five times already trying to come up with a third sentence closer. Why do I need a third anyway? I feel like I learned that in grammar school…if you’re writing an essay always have three ideas to touch on such as, “this, this and the other thing.” Whatever, this isn’t an essay. I’m writing a blog for the sake of writing a blog right now…and I know you guys have heard my “forced writing is bad writing” line before, so I’ll save it.
Lately, I’ve been turning to my dreams as my artistic inspiration. The things I’ve written, the things I’ve shot, and the things I plan to shoot were and are all memories of thoughts that sped through my unconscious mind as I slept. Dreams that I can’t get out of my head. They’re imprinted there, stuck, as if they’re supposed to be there.
Remember our dancer friend from Language? If not, go check it out…I’ll wait here…Okay, great. Now that we’re all caught up, she began as a daydream and has followed me day in and day out, while I’m awake, while I sleep, my mind’s creative representation of what I long for. These dreams, sometimes so real I wake to a bitter disappointment that everything happened in my head.
Maybe someday I’ll be able to make it all real.
As always, I’m RJ and hey, a girl can dream right…?