Boundaries are so important when coming into collaboration. I think it's important to preemptively identify where we see a need for growth in ourselves so that when the situation arises where you have an opportunity to learn, you can ask yourself if it is the right time and the right place for that to happen. And if not, you are prepared to the brakes and protect your space.
Confidence is believing in ourselves -- believing in our message enough to explore and refine it, creating a level of excellence within ourselves and our craft -- and that is the magic behind the artist.
We’ve all been there, teetering the dizzying edge of something potentially incredible. Each of us have peered down from such great heights and felt our muscles lock, our mind pleading with us to come away from the dangerous unknown. These are the moments that define us.
Taking the time to create an environment that promotes creativity is never a waste. When you feel comfortable, creativity comes unhindered. Often times we don't realize her affected we are by the aesthetic of a room. For myself I've concluded that if my space is disorganized I will, often unawares, prioritize anything and everything aside from what needs to be done to avoid being in the mess. That is to say, find what energizes you and build that into your space.
I've been gone two and a half years. What a crazy amount of life that happens in that span of time. Getting to go back to the Big Island and simply enjoy the place I once called home was such a sweet, sweet adventure. The month leading up to our little Hawaii excursion was so jam packed that when it finally came time to lock and load it just didn't feel real- not to mention we were packing tank tops and sandals while outside our window it was wet, grey and cold.
As I was going through the catalog of images from this past week in Hawaii it just seemed right to write a post about our last day, first. This little adventure took a whole lot of cajoling via my traveling-PIC (partner in crime), as it was not only our last day on the island but also the day after we shot a huge island wedding. Quite honestly, following a 12 hr work day, all I wanted to do was do a whole lot of nothing, but in the end I was convinced. Besides, we had pretty much spent the entire week in and or in close proximity to Kona catching up with old friends, revisiting favorite spots and exploring some new ones; I guess it couldn't hurt to meander south a bit.
We create because we must. Because if we don't we die. We create to awaken; to evoke change, to shed light on the things that matter to us. But how often do we find ourselves longing for that faceless crowd of appeal, where it's warm; where everyone stands close, reproducing lifeless shells of something that once lived and breathed? We blissfully set aside the truth of the wild: The long distance one must trek. How cold our hands become as we whittle away at the hard exterior of passion. We forget how dark the nights are; the nights that give way to the bright and breathtaking mornings.
With the new year in my lap, I've spent a lot of time thinking about the process of pruning. How it takes strength to identify death in oneself and to raise the shears. How courageous one must be to turn from the things that steal and not give life, trusting (if even only a faint glimmer) that whatever we trim will yield ten fold in glorious bloom. How brave one must be to turn from the trimmings and walk into new growth. This is not a process for the faint of heart.
They call him Pete. And he's the local asshole. He has light brown hair, angry eyes and a nasty habit of charging down anyone who so much as looks at him. Which wouldn't be the most intimidating thing ever, if he didn't weigh somewhere north of 1000 lbs. Yes. Pete is a horse, and while most of the kids avoid him, I am unwaveringly drawn to him.
I started writing this post July 29 and tonight while in a state of near panic concerning my future, my abilities, my passions and my seeming inability to see it all come together (seriously, I have to stop IMDB'ing directors) I thought to myself, "Dang. Taren, you're being crazy." immediately followed by, "I should write a post about the importance of milestones." It was then that I found the draft titled, "The importance of mile-markers." Apparently this cycle isn't anything new for me.