On Fire
Walking over the Brooklyn Bridge last week & the sunset was so amazing!!! The Statue of Liberty looking pretty sweet. I love New York in moments like this.
Hands of Time
A gift from my father salvaged from the rubbish, I dropped this clock on the ground a few days ago. Sadly the hands just fell off…symbolic? This image pretty much symbolizes my placement at this very point in time. Nothing is permanent. Time not of essence. It’s hard to live each day when it’s organized by time. Sometimes you want to go back in time, often forward for clearance or to experience an event. I don’t know what the future brings and I guess I just need to let go. Something liberating in that I suppose—-tick, tock.
More New York 10/24/10
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- ©Sam Kolich
Love.
Wish I could get these two together. My cat, Tink and dog, Baxter. Pretty amazing animals.
There’s No Place Like Home
Upper West Side
Went for a spontaneous afternoon drive into NYC with my sister-in-law today. It was sunny, clear, and 68 degrees. It’s probably the best time of year, just when autumn is approaching. Super perfect for a stroll. In a strange way, it felt like being in a new city for the first time. When you are away from home for an extended period of time and return, it’s like the beginning of new love – alive, vibrant and raw. I was immersed in the freshness, open to everything, absorbing the people, buildings, traffic, food, and storefronts through new eyes.
Inspiration
As an artist, it is really funny to wonder about inspiration and where it comes from. Often, I will just be present, recall a memory, or be rummaging through an emotional time when stuff just comes up–and that is most magical. When you can turn conflict or pain into something semi-tangible, at least expressive in the visual form. I am in my head a lot these days. Having moved back to NY from New Zealand just one week ago, I am going through lots of changes and experiences yet somehow feeling slightly vacant. I am working, which is a very positive thing, interviewing for my dream job, which I am ecstatic about, and taking a photo e-course with Susannah Conway, super cool. Being spoiled by my mom and reconnecting with family, friends and NYC has been awesome. My sleep deprivation…not ideal. I honestly want to feel numb about it all. I’m beyond clichés as reasoning for my current position on Earth. I think about him so much. Something that was once the source of strength, love, inspiration, happiness, and laughter, is now a loss. How did something so solid and pure come undone? As I try to regroup in all the comforts of home, I wonder why I still feel void. I miss him.
