on our genius that's always on leave.

I think I've already told you that I've become too anal with my photos. I've become too critical that almost none of my photos even get it to my photostream via flickr. I miss those days where I would just post whatever I feel is good regardless of the appreciation of lines and visual elements that would make my composition strong. Now, whenever I post something, I'd always look back to what Michael Freeman told me when I was reading his books and to what Sir Leo told me back in Benilde.

"Emotions are great, but there's more to it than that- you have to feed the viewer's eyes. You might see a building, a tree, or a man, but you should all see it as lines. Lines that guide the eyes, and lines that mean something alongside the emotion that you're trying to portray."

I know, total mind-fuck. It was easier said than done and at seventeen, all I cared about was making pretty photos notwithstanding lessons about art theories and basic design elements. I've let my emotions do what I thought was best for my photos. Two years later, I've got too confused with everything.

Looking around the internet, I've become extremely intimidated by the amount of amazing talent people my age has done. People from lookbook, deviantArt, and even tumblr holds most of the artists my generation has to offer. I feel like a speck of dust in an untouched cupboard. a very dramatic simile yet extremely useless and irrelevant. A dust, i feel like a fucking dust.

I'm not telling you this because I need your empathy, I just need somebody to listen to me right now while I vent all my frustrations in life. You probably have some kept inside that closet of yours too.

I've come across a lot of people who were surprised at what I was planning on doing with my life. Constantly I get put down because I want to be somebody who'd be taking photos for a living. There's no money there, why don't you try being a doctor, or a business-man, that's where the money's at. It annoys me that even the people that I look up to, photographers who've been doing this all their life would even tell me to do something else because the profession has gotten so much harder over the years. I sometimes wish I didn't had that urge to become an artist, but this is what my soul wants to be, and I won't stop 'till I get to where I need to be. Taking photos, and getting paid doing it.

All the plan's and stepping stones I've put out myself all lead to where I want to be come next year; to be in Melbourne and hopefully, be able to get some money from the government to pay for studies. With all of this in mind, I've also been slowly mentally preparing myself for the worst yet hoping for the best.

But first, I need to get myself a good wide-angle lens.

Make this one work out for me, please. 

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