In*ter`pre*ta"tion\, n.

1. The act of interpreting; explanation of what is obscure; translation; version; construction; as, the interpretation of a foreign language, of a dream, or of an enigma.

2. (Fine Arts) An artist's way of expressing his thought or embodying his conception of nature.

8.23.2007

Silhouette III

I actually stopped myself last night for a few cups of tea, brewed in one of my families many traditional teapots, with matching cups no less. Other than the caffeine rush that I got when I wanted to go to bed, it relaxed me like nothing else. Stopped the panicking within myself perhaps.

Going through the different personalities of each sky from this set so far, we have an energetic two tone sky, going to a secretive faux-warm, to this Sepia tone. How I wish I could control myself in the split toning section of Lightroom. What does it matter anyway? The sepia tone today reminds me of the calm after the storm. The one you feel good to have survived. With the barren landscape of outer Oradea (no offense intended) it seems that this feeling could be very well justified. Sadly, I really wish I came up with these concepts before I finished the picture.

As for finding something exciting to do with myself, here's my chance, one and a half weeks left before I leave bliss to go back to the hell I like to call Mary Ward. I'm excited enough about something to do, but I still haven't gotten the fulfillment of a summer break just yet. I don't need time with friends, I don't need to practise my ass off as much I have and I certainly don't need to read a book to feel good about my summer. What it really is I just can't put my finger on. Perhaps in a day or two.

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Scarborough, Ontario, Canada
Born on the cloudless morning of May 11, 1990, I saw the world as a blur, probably because my eyes didn't work properly. Musicians don't need their eyes.