The last time I picked up my digital single lens reflex was December of the last year. I made a covenant to myself to remain an analog artist for at least year, before returning to the realm of assiduous art - taking, previewing and deleting in a cycle more repetitive than infomercials selling air fryers. It seems that with much change in the air, more than any Spring to which I've borne witness, I too must adapt to the environment. I fret not, as these months sit chock-full of revelations, like a hardy chowder by which to combat unexpected freezes. Yes, the wind can blow algid enough to bring down snow, yet the tasks I put before myself only seem to heat up as I remain in isolation with the craft. Many old habits came and went, along with the alacrity to see them done - I have not risen before daylight to create in what feels like ages. Yet, for the first time in my life, a remarkable note, I realize that life cycles like the seasons, film in my device, even playlists with beats to bop to as the work persists. In that note, I feel as though my journey continues in great strides. As for my covenant, I will pay a price to break it, however, a greater cost it would inflict to remain stagnant.
