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24/31 July Challenge

24/31 July Challenge

Adapt, change, learn, grow…OR ELSE. That is what this July challenge is warning me every day. Today my alarm went off and I was perky, ready to start my hour drive to my location. I could hear it was raining, and when I checked the weather saw it would be worse where I was going. I love shooting in the rain, but my car doesn’t do well driving in it, so I opted for a safer location today. That meant…

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23/31 July Challenge

23/31 July Challenge

Today I noticed a tendency that I have, and probably that many people would have in completing a daily creativity challenge: Repetition of the known. Just think – if you were creating an image everyday, and you had limited time to do so, wouldn’t you have a natural inclination to choose ideas that you feel secure in knowing how to create, rather than ones you aren’t sure how they will turn out? Time is precious, and I don’t always have…

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22/31 July Challenge

22/31 July Challenge

I’ve shared a very heartfelt message in my video today, so I hope you’ll have a good watch. Which leaves me free to share with you the real title of this blog post: “Why NOT to Snooze”. This morning I had my alarm set for 4:10am. The alarm went off, and I was very tired, so I did something that I never, ever do: I hit my snooze button. I am usually bolting out of bed right when the first…

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20/31 July Challenge

20/31 July Challenge

Day 20 and things got WEIRD today. Seriously, really weird. I did a lot of writhing in front of my camera for today’s video to see how much I could get my skin to move over my bones. I also edited what felt like 92,512 hands onto my body. In reality it was only 40. At the center of all the weirdness is a desire to create something personal, unique, and telling of the human psyche. As I was brainstorming…

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19/31 July Challenge

19/31 July Challenge

These are the places only she knows while counting soul shifts in the movement of her wild rhythm.   There in the in between spaces where a throat clears into a cough where no one hears the misstep as loudly as she does in her own ears.   There in the play dough thudding drum roll empty moldable way that her tongue tries to form the words to a song she can’t remember.   These are the places only she…

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