Orian

I'm black and white today like color has been suckled from my collar bone. After hours and hours of being on Que, I don't notice until the next day how draining it is, lips, shoulders, concave of my breasts paler in the mirror.  And its like I have to inflate back to life. I had a face in my face somewhere. Mirrors always look strange to me. These little creature things angular  with so many parabolas overlapping you get dizzy watching them try to bounce on sharp angles.  

Heard this song and changed my mind about taking the day off. I remember a hazy time stopping everything; photography, writing, eating and just listened to music. The notion disturbs me that I may be more effected by music than photography and writing combined. This song makes me want to create violent weave of tri-colored spot lights beaming down on a model clothed in gossimer and powdered so chalk summer linen white fine, you have a hard time making out their definitions. 

Today is the day after Valentine's Day. Nothing more unusual than simple Friday with more red colors in the things you buy. The sun is high in the sky and warms your back if your standing in a clearing without shadows near you.