I feel most alive when I’m creating. It doesn’t really matter what it is as long as I’m left with something that I’m proud of at the end of the day.
When I got news of my grandpa’s death earlier this week my mind was too cluttered to think straight. I tried taking my thoughts to the Moleskine, but that was about as productive as a blind puzzle maker. Eventually I reached for the camera and began to play. It never ceases to amaze me how art can adjust one’s perspective.
