broken-hands

Dec 08 2013 after a long hiatus, and after the exhaustion of earning a photography degree has worn off…well. i'm back bitches. <3 bree

i feel better! :) AND. we watched this movie in my art I class about Jan Groover. Her work is totally different from any other photography i've ever seen. her pictures look like paintings. their composition is actually well thought-out: lighting, position, "space"; everything. She puts real thought into her photos, and they look like actual works of art! And i realized. Man. how often do i just post pictures of subjects that look "cool" after editing the shit out of them? there's very few artistic qualities in most of my photos, and most photos here on deviantart. even the most popular photographers here seem to be just point-and-shoot photo

damn, i have been on a jack's mannequin kick in the last...48 hours. the glass passenger: super BA. anyways. i'm so tired emotionally. drrrrained. life is blah. i hope school goes better this semester...this past year has not been good. it all kinda hit me again that i can't take that again. hence the sort of turn in darkness in my photography. ugh. please...not again. caught somewhere in between a lie. and living the dream. no peace just clicking machines in the quiet calm of disease and the walls caved in on me. she sings my bird dressed in white and she stings my arm in the night i lay still still i'm ready to fight i'm al