Friday, 5 January 2018

47th Thought

I was thinking about prostitution the other day (I have no idea why…) and realised that we are all prostitutes. And I can’t actually see how any one of us is any better than what we tend to consider prostitutes to be  (generally to be looked down on).  

We sell our whole lives to whatever work we do – some of us sell our minds, thoughts, ideas... prostituting our brains. Our time - most 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Our strengths, our talents, our skills. How are any of these things not the same? Indeed, in some ways, at least to me,  it seems to be worse.

Monday, 8 August 2016

Do what you love to do. And then do it some more.

46th Thought

I'm a photographer in my spare time. I love it. It's my passion. I took it up around ten years ago having initially discovered the love as a child, but because back then you needed film, a dark room and skills that were costly to obtain, and we had no money it wasn't something I could pursue. So, photography was put on hold.

With the onset of digital photography, the rediscovering of that love was wonderful. I bought a second hand Canon DSLR and took photos of everything. Absolutely everything.

Taking photographs sounds like it's a bit of a simple, no thought behind it, quick thing. Point and shoot. And that's it. But it isn't. There is a whole process. And for each photographer there will be different aspects that light each of our fires. For me it's the 8 hour walks, the hunt for the things that catch your personal eye. The waiting for the right light, the honing in and out and roundabout to ensure you get the best angles. The composition.

And then when at home, there is the analysis of each shot you took (often in the hundreds) to eliminate the ones that didn't come out as you would have liked, the gazing at each one to try to reconnect to what it was that you connected to in the first place when taking the shot to see if what you shot does indeed maintain that initial connection.

And Photoshop. Ah Photoshop! I do love to post edit. I can be as creative and artistic as I like with Photoshop....

Then, I discovered Microstock sites such as Fotolia, Shutterstock, iStock, Getty Images etc. I could actually make some money at doing what I love to do! Wow! How cool is that!

And so I started to upload my shots to these sites and there was definitely an excitement to be had when a few of them were accepted! I kept uploading more and a few more were accepted. My portfolios on each site slowly grew. My acceptance rate was low, between 20 and 30% of all shots I uploaded were accepted. It didn't matter - I loved photography, the passion kept me at it anyway.

Eventually I found myself going out with my camera and being much more selective about what I was shooting. Now, my first thoughts when out and about and seeing things with my internal camera eye was 'will this be accepted and sold on the microstock sites?' I shot things that I could isolate and show with a pure white background, I cooked food and arranged it on plates in ways that would be appealing to foodie's eyes, I took photos of things I normally wouldn't have such as bank facades, people posing in deliberate stances, consumer and corporate appealing shots.

And quite quickly I lost the love and the passion. They left me because I was no longer connecting to them. They were unable to join me on my walks or when I was being creative for the love of being creative. Money and profit, commercialism and consumerism had entered the equation and overlayed what had driven me to keep at it.

The whole process that had been the very thing that energised me to walk for miles and miles, that had me leaping out of bed at odd hours of the morning to catch specific light, that moved me to seek out the things that caught the inner soul of myself became a chore, became tedious, became empty. I eventually stopped taking photos altogether.

A couple of years went by and my camera and lenses gathered dust, my flickr account stagnated and I tried other creative outlets with some success, but it just wasn't the same. I don't remember what caused me to pick up my camera again, but a couple of years ago I did just that. I went out and simply enjoyed the day itself. I walked and walked. I took photos of things that I liked. I deliberately ignored any thoughts whispering 'Take a photo of that - that would be sellable. Look there, that  would be accepted on all the microstock sites'. No. I shot ONLY what I connected to with my body, my mind and my soul. And the love and the passion were right there with me. They had never gone away, they just had no chance of being felt when my criteria for taking a shot didn't include them. When money, profit and commercialism become the first principle of why you do something, then love and passion can't have a look in.

So, I no longer narrow my creativity and potential by constraining it within the limits of what is required by those who would use my shots to sell things, to attract people to buy from them, to illustrate a product or a service that they are looking to flog. Now I go out for my long walks with my camera simply because I love doing that. I spend time being with me, my thoughts, my inner self, my soul and spirit. It's a moving meditation that allows me to go right inside myself whilst I see and take note of all that is outside of myself.

I still upload my photos to microstock sites anyway. However, now, I don't care if they get accepted or not. Bonus is, my acceptance rate is more like 60% to 70% rather than the 20% to 30% it was when I was trying so hard.

I learned a massive lesson. When you love and have a passion for something, when enthusiasm causes you to be and do in a urged and driven way, if you then take what you love and reduce it to something lesser, reduce it to 'market value' then the love very soon withers and goes into hiding. Do whatever you do because you love it. And then do it some more.

Sunday, 7 August 2016

45th Thought

Our Body.

If people could change the way of how to look at themselves, this would be a completely different world.

It's not what our bodies look like, it's what is it unto itself that is significant. What is it for? What does it serve? What does it hold? What does it radiate? What COULD it radiate? What does it enable.

There are so many ways of looking at it and yet the majority of us look at it and just see what it looks like. And then all we do is measure it, compare it against some set of strange and useless rules and requirements that don't have anything to do with anything that matters in the grand scheme of anything.

It is an amazing piece of technology, perfectly tuned into and in itself in tune with Life, the Universe, Nature and our fellow beings (human and otherwise), but we have resorted to seeing it only as something to look at, to objectify, to primp and preen about, causing us to disconnect from our own very selves, let alone everything and everyone around us.

You are not your body. You have one. You live in it and you can be and do in and with it. But whilst you spend all your time worrying about how it looks, you aren't fully engaged with it's possibilities and therefore are not giving the YOU of you full access to your human potentiality.

Awe and Wonder, my friends. Awe and wonder is the attitude to have towards the vehicle you are in - and then use it to do what you love to do.

My body rocks! And so does yours.

Sunday, 2 March 2014

44th Thought...

Be open to the impossible being possible.

In doing so, you give the impossible the freedom to be possible.

Impossible - I'm possible

Friday, 28 February 2014

43rd Thought...

What is physical form?

A 3D interactive map of the whole of the entire process that has gone on (including the initial reason of its conception),  all packaged up in a material configuration.

Human technology is such that it can read these maps and can know, if the human were trained to its fullest potential, everything there is to know about any material object or being.

Saturday, 22 February 2014

42nd Thought

Well...this one is easy. What is the meaning of Life, the UniVerse and Everything?

A thought that is pretty much constantly in my mind....

Thursday, 20 February 2014

41st Thought....

It's been a full year and a bit since the last thought. Although many, many thoughts have been thought in that time. Just not blogged. A thought shared could be doubled, as opposed to halved, so here is a thought to set free: where do thoughts eventually end up?

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

40th thought...

What lies in the pauses? In the moment before each note? That nano second of neither in nor out of the breath taken? The perfect balance between night and day? Pure, simple, wonderous harmony....

Thursday, 1 November 2012

39th Thought...

How much is too  much? How far is too far? Are we nearly there yet? Just because we can, does that mean we should? What pays the price?

Monday, 29 October 2012

38th Thought...

Symbol = the representation of an Idea, a Process, a Physical Entity.

What am I a symbol of? What are you a symbol of? What do we represent? What idea have we formed out of? What sort of process happened that allowed us to be?

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

37th Thought...

You don't ‘have’ a spirit. You are a spirit that ‘has’ a body in which you can reside whilst on your visit to this particular planet. 

Wednesday, 10 October 2012

Tuesday, 2 October 2012

35th Thought...

An answer - the ones that are said to be THE answer - seem to be those places where wonder and awe became familiarity.

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

34th Thought...

You are always right to be honest, but you'are not necessarily always right when you are being honest.

Friday, 31 August 2012

33rd Thought...

What is the difference between 'I' and 'Self'?

"I took Myself to the forest to feel nature at play..."

Could it be similar to the idea that Creation is in everything? Is the 'I' of one in each and every part of the 'self' of one?

Is the Self of me in service to the I of  me?

Friday, 27 July 2012

32nd Thought...

Why are we so obsessed with what we look like?

We should be in utter awe and wonder at what goes on under the skin.

It is fine to marvel at man-made technology - but keep things in perspective at the same is NOTHING compared to Human technology...

Sunday, 22 July 2012

31st Thought...

Just how powerful IS the power of words? There is the initial Idea, the first Thought - electrical energy, indestructable. Once thought, it will always be somewhere.

When spoken it becomes even more powerful - it has been aimed at and introduced to someone elses life.

Is it coincidence that Words is an anagram of Sword?

Be careful what you think...and more, be careful what you say...

Thursday, 19 July 2012

30th thought....

If what we live in - our human body - is an instrument, what do you allow to play it?

Sunday, 13 May 2012

29th Thought...

I am not what I think I am.
I am not what you think I am.
I am what I think you think I am.

And this is how it will be until we realise that we are not our identity.

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

28th Thought...

How old are you? Wrong. There is probably not one cell in your body that is older than 10 years old. Cells constantly renew...

So, how old are you? Again, wrong. The bit of you that is actually you, and not the vehicle that you use during your time here, is timeless...