White hot pavement. Grey humidity. Valium haze.
Too hot to cook, too hot to think, or perhaps I should say too hot to “over think”. It’s difficult to overcome my initial inertia, but once I take a camera out, I notice a difference in my attitude, a casualness that allows me to sketch, risk and push boundaries. My pace is slower; I stop for something to drink and linger. I look less pointedly but longer.
This process gives me a crop of outlier images. At first none of the pictures work with each other, nor do any of the images fit into any body of work I have in progress. I’ve made a catalog for these images that I titled Strays. That word prevents me from forcing anything and gives me permission to enjoy the absence of category and routine.
Patterns will probably emerge, one idea might lead to the next, but right now, it’s all just messy possibility. It’s too hot to let that bother me. I’ll just wait to see what happens.