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I feel like I want to write, but I'm not sure what I want to say. I know that there is something inside that needs to come out, but I don't know what it is.
I'm getting used to being alone. It's kind of like being a solo performer, or walking a tightrope without Annette. Nobody is there to catch you if you fall.
So just don't fall.

I'm disappointed that I didn't get to do a facade for Convergence this year. Circumstances have made it rather impossible to do any kind of build-y sculpt-y electronic-y work while I am down here, and any of my design energies are being shared between software and the house, so I'm rather out of it.

And then there's the confidence. I suppose I think of myself more as a craftsman than an artist, because most of what I do ends up being used, rather than displayed to evoke emotions. But the area between them is a little gray, particularly with filmmaking. And maybe that's where I falter: I am a good technician, a good craftsman with a camera and lights and sound, but the emotional content of telling a story is something that I don't have confidence in.

A phrase just came into my head: "With Spock-like grace".

Going back to bed.

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