Blue in Green
Perhaps Green in Blue would be more apropriate with the pacific north west’s moss-covered trees, emerald rocks, and the azure shore.
This last week or so has been something of a retreat for myself; a retreat into nature, a retreat into my adolesence, and a retret spent with my camera firmly in my hands. My childhood best friend Eric (who I’m sure will be reading this, Hi Eric!) along with many others took me on a personal tour through the many different faces of Seattle, Washington and I couldn’t be more grateful for my time there.
The weather was painfully similar to Pittsburgh, with cloudy grey skies and perpetual rain. It made for a definite mood setter and a subject that was both familiar and foreign. My other companion on this trip was a book, The War of Art by Steven Pressfield. Apart from brandishing me with a hardened resolve against resistence and procrastination, it presented me with an approach to creativity that I had never considered.
Truly the process of creating anything is magical. An artist creates something out of nothing and when someone looks at it it leaves them with some sort of a feeling. I think that’s pretty special, I can only hope that maybe some of my images may resonate with you, too. Pressfield uses part of his book to shed light on the magic of this creation, the sheer phenomonea that is inspiration.
According to the ancient greeks, no human was soley responsible for any of the art they created, people were merely a vessel for the gods and muses to create art through by granting us the blessing of inspiration. Pressfield says in his book “The greeks believed the universe was not indifferent. The gods take interest in human affairs… The contemporary view is that all this is charming but preposterous. Is it?”
Now I’m certainly not prepared to fully unwravel the threads of the universe after one book, but the notion of muses coming down to whisper their creative genius into my ears is certainly an alluring thought, especially being in the backdrop of such a fantastic city.
Sitting down to write this post has been very bittersweet. I’ve traded emerald for steel, I’m back in the routine of things at home, but I hope to carry little pieces of Seattle with me wherever I walk.
Here are a few pictures I got from my time here, I hope that maybe a few of these resonate with you as they did with me!
