Roma Okhotnikov
We are stardust
...We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden...
Today is the birthday of Anya Dobrova – my good old friend and fair sister in arts, very talented collage artist, one of my best models and heroes of my photo-tales, parables and koans. I have deposits of her taken photos at my SSD. I made not that much of them, as they (and Anya) are deserving. Old friendship has its ups and downs, and seems that now is one of the downs. And I could make photos only of people who are inspiring me at the moment. A bit like making love. Because an art is in a way akin to love. Both are creative acts. It was partially because of one talk with Anya about another friendship of mine, which is at even more down stage now, and I felt that Anya is talking rather strange things about it. I was disappointed. This too shall pass, as wise man said. Anya is far too good for not make art with her. And one piece of good news is that life is unpredictable.
(Definitely to be continued…)
We are stardust
...We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden...
Today is the birthday of Anya Dobrova – my good old friend and fair sister in arts, very talented collage artist, one of my best models and heroes of my photo-tales, parables and koans. I have deposits of her taken photos at my SSD. I made not that much of them, as they (and Anya) are deserving. Old friendship has its ups and downs, and seems that now is one of the downs. And I could make photos only of people who are inspiring me at the moment. A bit like making love. Because an art is in a way akin to love. Both are creative acts. It was partially because of one talk with Anya about another friendship of mine, which is at even more down stage now, and I felt that Anya is talking rather strange things about it. I was disappointed. This too shall pass, as wise man said. Anya is far too good for not make art with her. And one piece of good news is that life is unpredictable.
(Definitely to be continued…)