o patience. That describes my attitude these days. I have almost no tolerance for technical issues and yet I know better.
I understand that everything made by man eventually breaks. That’s why there are so many service people. Mechanics, technicians, plumbers, the Maytag repairman, even doctors are working because stuff breaks.
Thinking about leaving WordPress I realized it’s not about the platform. Most of the time it is solid and stable. What aggravates me is the constant changing of workflow. That, and the lack of communication about those changes.
I know one thing about being creative. We need some sort of routine on which to hang our imagination. If the routine changes frequently all we are doing is swimming in place.
It’s one thing to shake things up in order to jump start the creative process, it’s another thing to be perpetually confused.
Take the block system for instance. What was wrong with the older so called classic template?
The block system is supposed to be faster. Nonsense. At best, it’s just a bit slower than the classic system. At worst, it creates extra work because it crashes or traps type, or traps drop caps.
Yes, I know there is a classic template in the block inserter. But, it’s a very early version. It may predate me.
So, that’s it.
I’ll discuss the picture on the other side.
his picture is more about feeling and a bit of nostalgia than any type of documentary work.
There are two images layered into one. As usual I was tinkering with number of pictures when all of a sudden it came together.
That happens sometimes when you put the work in. But, you have to put the work into your art. No work, no art.
The pictures in their literal form are of Mardi Gras beads on a fence, and of Kowloon, Hong Kong.
It’s nostalgic. It’s about looking back at my life and understanding that I likely won’t do these things again unless a vaccine is developed for people like me. That will take the federal government’s help. I’m not holding my breath.
I don’t know what you see or feel when you look at this image. After all, you bring your own life to the picture when you view it.
They say that all art is autobiographical. If this photograph isn’t that, I don’t know what is.