My constant worry these last weeks was the lack
of the solid connection between all these little ideas. After all, I started
recalling some of them, and even thought of new ideas, and while I noticed they
were like part of the same engine, I felt it was missing a joint to connect
them.
I’m so full of seeds and sparkles, but I want
them to be more long-living and I want them to become something solid,
something presentable. I want them to attach to some eva engine and not just be
so random piece of thought. And now I’m feeling the thoughts that meet those
new requirements are much rare now.
Because of this, I’m feeling a certain unsavory
taste when having a new idea, as I’m each time bringing a different kind of
analogy or something that doesn’t ring together with the others. And not only
that, but also it lacks that solidity that prevents me from tripping over
returning quintessences. And the boost of enthusiasm I used to feel when having
an idea is rather rare, and so this new kind of labor, trying to joint the
ideas together like this, demands much more skill and astuteness of me, and it
wears me out much faster.
But the importance of photic isn’t to make
something big, but rather on the contrary, I don’t want gigantic pieces of
work. In fact, the more concise it is, the better was the job, I guess, and
that’s how important this concept I’m calling Photic Factory is. It’s about working
with those very solid foundations, I guess (not totally sure about the meaning
of the concept, I’m afraid). It’s as if when composing a song or something and
the raw juice is there to guide, very dense and without unnecessary additions.
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