indication of depression... or genius variations on a theme???
poisoned shadow sweeping across the land, a giant needle and thread, a cult who eats godslime to become children again
edited a photo nifty took
the green that is present in the image at embed size is fascinating to me because it was not created intentionally at all. more glitchy process stuff primarily abusing making lots of instances of tools in darktable and changing the processing order. style ive been experimenting with in my earlier pose extractions and such. this one is a lot less imagedestructiony though, and i feel like the glitchcolors compliment the original photo, something i dont achieve often (usually more experimental editing for me results in a loss of what originally brought me to press the shutter button)
todays combination of things. moving fast, not happy with a lot of em but thats less important than just sharpening the workflow here
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@999999999 hi, sorry for the long delay, i'm in a strange place with photography currently but it'll come back (as always, its fatal)
please write in ways that make you comfortable. no need to lock yourself
i don't have words to react to what you wrote, without repeating myself at least. so, i'll recommend you a book i thought you might like
the first Surrealist Manifesto
(André Breton, 1924)
you might have already read it, but if not, i feel like it would be a read you'd echo with. i'd be curious to know how you feel about it too
@(: ❤️ thanks. hope you've been doing alright too.
more and more shit keeps going strange and wrong and it's starting to feel like rather than bouncing back, maybe i'll be pounded into the other side of it all. we're barely into this year and it's been so weird already.
bad things happening to me/those around me is more exciting than the rot i think.
a sine wave between nervous energy and body-melting lethargy.
i'm simultaneously more inspired and more paralyzed than ever.
i'm going through it while asking "what's coming up next?".
i want to erode the barrier between thought and action.
i'm typing this unhinged message to you sleep deprived and coming down from disaster energy instead of: reading your messages, then closing the webpage and telling myself i'll respond when i wake back up, waking back up, forgetting to respond all day, opening this page, then spending a few minutes typing out a very carefully crafted 2 or 3 sentence reply.
fuck it. now is the time to be stranger than the world is to me.
i photograph the street view a lot too, let's pretend its genius for our own sake eh? i hope you'll be fine. if this means anything to you, i think you're doing very interesting things with your photography lately, however i hope its not eating you