When I saw this dog I knew I had to get a picture of him, because I could instantly relate to him. I saw a sadness in him bought on by nothing more than the passage of time. A love of the familiar, and a hate for stagnation. I saw within this dog a dreamer, a loyal friend, and companion. Finally I saw in this dog a broken spirit, waiting for a promise that may never be fufilled. It was so cold on the day I took this picture, and this ordinary brown dog just sat on the porch facing the same direction silently waiting. The waiting is what we have most in common.
While you wait you realize that the world around you is closing in. With each passing day the space you are allowed to occupy while you wait becomes smaller, and smaller, until there is no place for you. Just like this little bit of nature, a creek sandwiched between a highway and a railroad station. There is no room for actual nature in a bustling metropolis, the same as there is no room for the artist in a capitalist - consumerist society. The artist is labeled starving, because the system wasn't designed to cater to or for said artist. You are forced to exist an anomaly, find a place to remain natural among all that is artificial.
Finally we have the perfect world. The photo of a reflection of what true joy is. So many layers it is hard to tell if what we see ever actually existed. You see the smiling faces of customer and employee, one willing to part with hard earned money, which by the way is quickly becoming scarce and the other greedily accepting the money and adding to a wealth they will never see .01% off. I want to work at Pop Tart World and be paid my worth. A dream for a fool and a dog.
Video making is tough. I've learned that hate is abundant, and rewards are few, and far in between. How can you make your heart beat to the tune of another drum? The real question is why would I want it to?
Ambition, Action, Perseverance, my mantra as I sit on this porch, an average brown dog, waiting.
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