Remember I said that the Flashlight Drawing was my favorite session? I finally went to pick up the disc of our art.
There aren't many things that interest me more than writing, photography, and art. If I had to live my days as the starving artist, I believe I'd choose that over being an Orange County Housewife ANYday. Money doesn't make me happy. I used to think it would be the bee's knees and peachy keen to have an endless flow. But then I grew up and got a few gray hairs and learned that while money might make some things easier, it definitely could not satisfy me. If I had mansions and pools and boats and cars and diamonds and florescent white teeth and leathery-tanned skin, and a boob job-wait. I don't need one of those. So if I had it all...where would I be without my writing? My art? I would most like cease to exist.
So there it is.
If I complain about money again, kindly (or not) remind me of this post. Mmmkay? Thanks.
Back to the Flashlight Drawing.
Pitch black room.
Camera on a tripod.
Magic Flashlight drawings!