Emotional Post-Processing

Perhaps, I was feeling a few feelings. And those feelings lead me to edit these the way that I did. In this case, life was feeling kind of bleak, but I could still see a hint of hope. In a cliched way, colors appeared less vibrant, and I wanted to find light in the darkness I seemed to be trudging through. I wanted to focus on the idea that life is not permanent, and to take note that while we are here it is beneficial to find or invite the things that bring light, warmth, and joy to our days.

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Sometimes We Burn at Both Ends | Marivic Pinedo | September 1, 2017
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Finding Warm | Marivic Pinedo | September 1, 2017
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How Long Until it Bursts? | Marivic Pinedo | September 1, 2017

 

What’s Left

It’s been a long, dark, and damp (if not, drenched) winter in the Pacific Northwest. Many friends have expressed everything from annoyance to pure hatred toward our recent weather behavior. They’ve questioned their decision to move to this far corner of America, asked for advice about the best “happy light”, expressed wanting to fry under said happy light, and explained how this winter has brought out a level of S.A.D. we just didn’t think would exist. It’s so bad people are almost self-diagnosing themselves as depressed. So far, the people I know are okay and are managing as best as they can.

Though I consider myself a native, I have never really fully appreciated the grey season (which is about 6-9 months of the year, depending on science). I have expressed a spectrum of emotions about how it feels like I’m in a rain cloud prison. With what little energy I can muster I’ve found that reaching out to friends is good. Getting together with them is better. Sun lamps can kind of help. Taking a vacation to the desert is better. But this is all a roundabout way to say that creativity can take a back seat to pure sadness and lethargy (bears get to call it hibernation). This is all to say that my editing process has be skewing more dark and delicate than usual.

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These tulip petals say a lot about how I’ve been feeling both physically and mentally: drained, dropped, and working in a shallow-depth-of-field.
March 13, 2017

Shreds of Thought

In an experiment to transfer a photo onto wood, I was left with the paper I had to rub off to expose the print. It was fairly successful, but not perfect. Of course, I then found the shreds more interesting.

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I Want To Break Free | February 9, 2017
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Ideas, They Come to Me In Pieces | February 9, 2017

 

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And, Just Like That, My Mind | February 9, 2017