studious and distractive.

For those who go to university to study, please find above an example of what to watch out for.
Although i do my best to catch up with Ben as often as possible, today was a rather remarkable day in the brief history of us discussing current situations. Firstly let me state that i am usually in great admiration of Ben's vivacity and control of the english language, i usually liken the conjunction of 'big' words in complex sociological sentences to masturbation, but when someone has a the ability to relate their knowledge to their audience in a way the audience understands, that's something i really appreciate.

Ben sang for me a song he'd just penned and i was in admiration of his unmistakable disregard for self consciousness, cause it's self consciousness that usually stops me from doing these risky things, and i always regret not doing them. Damn, I was glad to be there to experience it.

Cause lately i've been thinking about people and connectedness, and the idea of the individual's ability to relate is usually at the center these thoughts. I study fine art photography and it isn't always my favourite thing. Some say it's less likely to land me a job than an Arts degree, and i don't really have anything good to say back. But when i start to discuss with people my photographs, and the concepts that myself and those who study alongside me construct and communicate in a visual way, that's when the differences in ways of thinking become apparent.

With some people i can only squeeze in half a sentence of art description before they dismiss it as irrelevant 'art wank' and then there is this small group of others who can relate to my ideas, and these people usually don't follow the art line, or study at university.

Such people make such a difference to my belief in my own practice, and as most of you know, if you don't believe in your product, you're never going to sell it.

Big ups to the ability to relate, arts, science, society, psychology and life. It makes better friends.

Rationalisation

I've been thinking lately, why is that my mood jumps so rapidly around between anxiety and excitement, to the point that i'm often left feeling deeply confused about the state of my mind?
I think i'm normal, mostly, but then there's this little stream of doubt that springs up when things aren't working in my favour, like when i'm involved in a conversation with a collection of other people and i somehow find myself in the back seat of the discussion. To be disengaging in conversation is something that i've only recently grown to accept. I used to think that it was all about being the central talker, the question poser and the avid responder, but then Bam! some form of depression hit me in february, coinciding conveniently with the start of Uni and suddenly i've got a complex.

Turns out though, life is rather complex, so why not emerse yourself in thoughts and worries and doubts and...damn, it's not looking good.
How did i rationalise this minor/major issue? I listened to Peter, Bjorn and John who told me i had 'nothing to worry about', and Seth Sentry, who stated 'life is simple i developed a complex'.

I like taking photos- simple statement.

This is a photograph of the lovely Rose, i've been working on a series of photographs that explore irrational anxiety within people, hopefully with some research i'll be able to uncover some solid findings, but for now i'm dipping into my past for inspiration.