Catface

Catfaceby Mary-Alice.

I want to try and get back into writing and blogging.

Look forward to it.

Rebel Bingo

Rebel , by Mary-Alice.

Cat face

Catface, by Mary-Alice.

Blue.

George, originally uploaded by Mary-Alice.

Memory is precious, photographs may distort a or even create a memory.
Some times I feel like because I don't remember my childhood that well, that I have lost something integral to my personality
I'm literally astonished when people regale tales of their first day of school and all the things they used to do because I don't have that.
I am empty, I am the opposite to Luria's patient 'S.' in Mind of the Mnemonist. I exist solely in the present, whereas he had a wealth, a bank of information that he could remember, even from shortly after birth, similar to sufferers of Autism who have outstanding childhood memory.

It's incredibly crushing to think that, in a few years I really won't remember right now, when right now is the happiest I've ever been.

My world is plagued by that elusive pretty green and all the hounds that declare my owing it to them.
Not from my choice mind you, we're all victims to our monetary society, there is no choice in the matter, lest we want to live secluded from the world at large. It's interesting what Mark Boyle went through (Article at the Guardian)it's strange to think of the evolution of consciousness and how it has brought us to this system of payment which causes more stress and destruction than anything else.
Money is pegged as the "route of all evil" and it's not hard to see why.
It's a strange thing, we exist in pursuit of it only so that we can exist with some kind of comfort or normality, a normality created in this never-ending, dizzying circulation of currency which, in our society which is almost completely dependant on it has no beginning and no end. "Money makes the world go round." Fuuck that.

Money is meaningless.

How I wish this were true.

P.S. I am not a hippy.

Limits.

I love my infrared filter, everyone is strangely homogeneous.
I don't know what darker skin looks like and I'd like to experiment with some darker skinned models but as usual, finding people is scary for me.
I'm glad that it's starting to get sunny, I can do some photos with the white grass and sunshine soon, even though I am thoroughly enamoured by this dreamlike haze right now.

As the filter is extremely deep red, it's difficult to frame so there are some unhappy and happy accidents with this technique, all I know is that it's fiddly.

Idiosyncrasies.

I watch people.

Not in a creepy way (hopefully) but in the sense that, I like to see the peculiarities that create difference between personality.
So the way that you hold your mug and drink your gorgeous beverage may be slightly, but significantly different to how somebody else does.

I like to notice things, I know which of my friends' noses move significantly when they talk.

When I'm not given the chance to identify the eccentricities that separate you from another, that's when I get intrigued. I'm fascinated by difference.

Maybe this could be the theme for my project.
The intricate idiosyncrasies of the people I know, what separates them from one another?

Epilepsy project is down the pan, it's time to get introspective.

w00t?