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June 21, 2005

Fence with Flowers

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I am just publishing this photo because I really don't have the will to write about my structure this weekend at Pesso's, and there's nothing like posting yet another flower photo to appease the Big Baby .

I did the last structure in the group this year, (certainly my turn to do so), and I am left with alot of unprocessed anger which could get quite displaced. I will switch to WordPad for the time being, rather than spewing vicious little electrons and burning small holes all over this corner of virtuality.

I will try to follow the next best thought until I'm out of my FOUL humor. It might take awhile, because there's a part of me that is most tempted to wallow.

Photo note: The Big Baby says she cannot be appeased by some stupid flower photo -- and that it's perfectly fine with her if I want to be seen as some goopey sentimentalist a thousand miles from the cutting edge.

Posted by Dakota at June 21, 2005 06:45 AM
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Dear Dakota,
I am so sorry to hear that you were left upset by the Pesso experience. I hope you will write about it at some point, if you feel it would help.
On a separate note, I love your flower photos. I don't care if they are far from the "cutting edge." Cutting edges are not always where I want to be, to tell you the truth. Sometimes I just like to be with beauty and gentleness. (Guess that's why I am not a famous artist.) Love, Mrs. W

Posted by: Mrs. W at June 21, 2005 08:56 AM

My very dear Dakota,
You are entitled to your anger and its process in and through you.
And we continue to love you and your photos-- of flowers, windows, walls, doors, dolls, masks, sky, or whatever you choose to point your camera and attention to.
As an artist myself, I can only hang my head at the deep feeling of recognition for the terrible forces of criticism that course through us and burn holes in all our innocent happiness. They seem to have a demonic life of their own, cutting down all in their path--even the simple joy of creating.
At some point though, the self-loathing rage left in its wake, like a wind, changes directions and gets directed back *outwards* against all those demonic sniping voices. And then you can reclaim your basic human right to just Be and Do Whatever the Hell You Want (esp. without regard for fads and fashions-- and that's all the cutting edge really is).
Hoping for a shift in the wind for you,
fondly,
D

Posted by: desmene at June 21, 2005 01:06 PM

Ahem. Perhaps you have reason to be angry. Wallow=parental injunction=don't have your feelings.

Personally, I like your flower pictures, but perhaps BB is looking for something more, um, expressive?

-A

Posted by: An0n at June 21, 2005 05:57 PM

Thank you for your eloquent words of comfort Mrs. W and D, I must save mine to write about this -- Anon, I only have one lion photo, absolutely no gargoyles, and several dead fish... decisions, decisions.

I so appreciate your support when I am swept away by forbidden feelings. Gushily D

Posted by: Dakota at June 21, 2005 06:59 PM