Straight Edge Life

I’m a photographer, right.. and a visual artist. So when I tell a story in my head it’s told in images. Tonight I am reminded of how I am not alone in the visual nature of my mind. Oddly enough the reminder comes from watching the tail end of a movie. The Ring. Like other horror thrillers it’s a story that can and is told mostly with images. As gruesome and twisted as the film may be, the experience is so complete that it really hits home with me. It speaks in a language so similar in style (if not in content) as my own mind that I can’t help but lose myself in it.

The Ring, The Cell, Akira Kurasawa’s Dreams, all of them, among many others, open me up and talk directly in my own language. It is not unlike being the last english speaking man on earth, living like that for decades and trying to learn other languages, only to one day find another who speaks your native tongue. You don’t care if they’re an ax murderer, you just want to get lost in the sound of the words as they leave your mouth and hit your ears.

…and then just like that, it was back. All the numbness gone, all the richness and love that life has to offer, back.

It’s been a long time my friends. Far too long. But here we are, together again. I can’t say for how long, or just where this may go. You know what though? That’s ok. I’m ok not knowing what may happen next. I think a life of unpredictable beauty and unexpected pain is better than a lifetime of knowing exactly what comes next.

I’m back to help articulate a massive change in my life. I’m back to try and express the overwhelming sense of joy that arrived with the subtlety of a tornado and planted itself in my veins like an affliction.

Maybe in trying to explain it with words I’ll find a bit of clarity. More importantly I hope to find even more ways to indulge in enjoying and feeling life again. Right now it’s so very overwhelming. I feel so much good, so much love I don’t feel like I have a clue how to express it all.