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[dooriya]

This is me.















I take pictures. I write crap.
You like pictures and you like crap.












Everyone loves a mystery;











sprinkled with urban decay,











somewhat indicative of our society,











and the shadows in our peripheral vision,











mixed with a story,











alone but never lonely,











at times desolate,











but mostly familiar:











they take us home and away.












This is an art journal (dumping ground).

So say something here, because that's nice, or just add me.

There's just one reason this is friends-only: I like to know who's looking at this.

Carry on bravely.

Comments

[dooriya.livejournal.com]

hey. wow.

there are certain things in my life that i have an undeniable attraction towards: hotels, power lines, old machines, hallways, crowded squares, lonely empty rooms, etc. i think that once you find what those undeniables are in your life your talent and eye will display them quite effectively through a camera or brush or pen. you don't ever have to question the reasons why you are drawn to them, that's dumb stuff. what counts is what you do with that attraction.

and you gotta like yourself. a lot. not as an inflated sense of self or anything, but you gotta like who you are. once that's established, self-portraiture can be expanded to its fullest limits: you can be comfortable with looking weird, ugly, dirty, and gorgeous. the farther out you venture, the better the returns.

and you can take photos with any old camera. some of those hotel shots were taken with a 4 year-old nikon coolpix that's not even sold anymore and i've dropped more times than i can count. don't go emptying no bank accounts!

but keep snapping. that's the only way to get better at anything. i should take my own fucking advice and write more, write every day, and stick to it for fucks sake. good luck.