Once a month or so I am going to post as the POD picture an artistic work. It’s the accumulation of the POD and what actually happens after the POD. Yesterday was the day for that. I was in a foul mood. It was one of the worst days that I had in a very long time. It turned into the day that everyone who could possible say something to me that was upsetting or do something that was upsetting did. In short I started the day out being overly sensitive. And then, I ran into my ex. We made peace a short time ago. In the spirit of that I said Hi. Big Mistake.
So here I am feeling overly sensitive, having a horrid day going on a photo shoot after running into my ex. who by the way decided he could still tell me what to do and how to do it on a day I was already feeling sensitive. This is not going anywhere good right? While there is obviously more to the entire story you get the gist of it.
I unloaded the camera. I cranked Rob Zombie. I got into a zone. I created this POD/Art picture. One would think that would help to pour it all out into a creative piece. This is one of those rare times I came out of it feeling like I am still a tortured soul. I guess we are all tortured somehow. I know that creating things means digging deep. I was surprised at the anger I found today digging deep. At the very least this one thing is good: I know where it is coming from. I know how to get past it. It was just not going to be yesterday that I got past it. Yesterday was the day for feeling it, accepting it and hating every minute of it. How can a picture I like so well come from such a bad personal place? It’s moments like this that I hate art as much as I love it.