It would probably be more accurate to say that waiting for summer makes me antsy. But that’s what spring means to me — summer is coming.
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Today, I realized what deep gratitude I have for the fact that I have this blog to share with all of you who are reading it. Thank you for doing so! Often, as artists, we make compromises between what our intuition might tell us about a project, and what a client tells us they want. Of course, the client’s desires are at the forefront of our concerns — otherwise we couldn’t stay in business.
People often ask me, “Why Cleveland?” It seems that there is a strong polarity in people’s thoughts about this city — either they remember that many decades ago its river caught on fire (though, from what I understand, this was not entirely uncommon for industrial cities at the time) and that it’s been in decline for awhile, or they are die-hard Cleveland fans and paint an oh-so-sweet picture of it as a small town with a great work ethic. I’m not saying that either of those things is totally inaccurate, but I do think an apt picture of present-day Cleveland has yet to be painted. Perhaps that’s because it’s still morphing into what it will be.
I deactivated my facebook account a couple weeks ago. Not my photography page — that’s still alive and well. But my personal account is turned off. I have been thinking about this for awhile — in fact, since 2009. It wasn’t until I saw Beyoncé’s film, Life is But a Dream, that it finally landed for me why I was ready to do it.
When I was a little girl, I would watch Sesame Street, and then play pretend, saying I was from New York. Growing up in the city of Cleveland, I loved everything about cities — the cracks in the sidewalk, the neighborhood trees, the parking lot around the block where I could ride my bike. I fell in love with life in the city, back when I could represent my age on one hand. Cities were my first and deepest love. And, the first time I ever went to New York, I thought I’d never want to be anywhere else ever again.
Okay, I admit it. Sometimes I get a little obsessive inside my head about esoteric things like the meaning of life, the existence of God, and what love is. One of my favorite authors, Marianne Williamson, says that love is all there is. That anything that isn’t love is false.