Happy Thanksgiving

Yay! Break! It's been so nice to not have school for a while. It was really nice out here in Chicago but hopefully it will start snowing soon. I'm exited for the last three weeks of the semester and that I'll be in Arizona with my family. And, after that, Aguascalientes! It'll all be a great adventure and I'm looking forward to it. 

Wonder - Text and Image

Noviembre

- Mijita, ¿qué quieres hacer con tu vida? ¿Quieres ser poeta o voladora de cometas y cohetes? ¿A dónde quieres ir? ¿Al mar? ¿A las montañas? ¿A la esquina de tu casa para comprar Cheetos?

En tu cabeza tienes un mar de ideas y en tus manos tienes montañas con cohetes. Tienes cara lisa, no como el señor que ba sentado junto a ti en el tren.

Estás sentada y estás completamente perdida. Traes puesto la chamarra que te regaló tu mamá y usas la mochila de tu primo. Tienes sueños de construir libros, sueños de documentar cosas hermosas. Ahora tienes ganas, no como hace dos semanas.

También, mijita, tienes celos en tu corazón. Tienes celos y también tienes miedo. Miedo de no ser todo lo que crees poder ser. Todo este habla de lo que es y lo que no te confunde y dejas de intentar, más bien, empiezas a intentar.

Y así, mi vida, te pierdes. No te acuerdas de donde vienes ni quien te ama. Llevas la boca cerrada y el corazón bajo tu sudadera. Eres tu, la niña verde limón que ahora es de madera, viajando en un tren de la línea verde con interiores de madera.

Niña, niña, no te pierdas. Nos estás sola, aunque sea solo tu espíritu el que te acompañe. Sube una montaña y mejor no la bajes.

Y niña.., por favor, escribe. Escribe lo que te dice tu corazón y lo que te dice tu mente sin tener miedo de no ser lo que tu crees que las personas quieren.

Se fuerte.

Se valiente.

Y no escuches al hombre gritando en el tren.

Thinkings

I feel like there is a certain style of photograph that is considered to be a professional one. By this, I don't mean that if it's taken well and by a person who knows what he/she is doing it is considered professional. There seems to be a certain air to most of the work that is being produced now (including my own).

I've been able to come up with two different styles of photos that I see often. This isn't saying they are bad or not creative, I'm just talking style, current; I enjoy many of them.

First off we have the whimsical fairy photographs. They are soft and often include girls portrayed in beautiful garments in a forest, although not limited to the forest. This style (to me) seems to emphasize the beauty or the magical aspect of beauty itself.

The second type is the clinical correct style. Here we have photographs that are usually taken without people in them. Even if they do have people in them they seem not to emphasize the person, they seem to focus on the medium itself. Large format is prominent and many photographs emphasize the background of the subject by using a very small aperture.

Anyway, I don't really know what I'm talking about but I pretty much need a social life. Even my grandma is worried about my social life. Sad.

P i ge on B l oo d

Film

When I think of the things that I had, the things that I did, I see how I had another life. My life now is so strange, things feel so sterile. I am an outsider and I do not want to be an insider. But have I ever been an insider? Yes, sometimes.

What is this all worth? Why am I doing this? If I weren't doing this, what would I be doing? I feel so small, so alone. Like I'm stuck in this idiotic ambient where nothing you make matters and nothing you do is significant.

I am so lonely.