I am taking a Photoshop class and had my second class tonight. I am learning things that are freeing me to do things I have craved doing. I am a writer, but I don’t have words for how good it feels to start to get my hands on tools that will let me create the pictures I have in my head, or, more accurately, to pursue the visual feeling until I stumble upon something that approaches satisfaction of that feeling. But again, since I am a writer, I have to try to find words for the feeling. I feel fulfilled and freed.
This is a photo you may have seen before since I posted it on my Amsterdam series. This is just a dried flower arrangement in Cafe Rembrandt. I keep revisiting it. I have no idea why I am drawn to it. That is the mystery of art! Art is an expression of our unconscious aesthetic. I know these are not very good; even I can see the stamp of an amateur just discovering the tools.
But I am overjoyed with my little creations.