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A World Within

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Today is going to be another slow paced day. I'm running some anxiety, which I'm just allowing, and the plan is to just move slow and not push. I mean to take the dog for a walk later and do my hand floreo drills after I do more sewing for the shop. I know it sounds like a lot, but understand that if I do none of what I just wrote there?

I'm going to be okay with that.

That's new.

It still feels weird, like stretching a muscle that is tight and sticky, but getting there. My therapist said, "We have a word for that. It's called growing."

So. Grounding. I can see Isis on my desk, cleaning her back, my Shaping Sound calendar on the wall, my computer, my Ulysses Swallowtail butterfly on the wall. I can hear Isis cleaning herself, the hum of my computer, a cricket in the garage, the hum of traffic on Victory. I can smell the staleness of the house (NB: open some windows tonight), the I was just outside smell of Isis' fur, the salt on my skin. I have coffee with milk to taste, water to taste.

I'm here.

Here we go.
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Between Heaven & Hell by Angela N. Hunt
Between Heaven & Hell by Angela N. Hunt

Yeah, it's that kind of day.

But these gorgeous ladies keep me going. I think I may move my copy to over my desk at home. Yes. There's an idea.

In the meantime, if you want a copy of your own, it's available over at Imagekind.


May. 23rd, 2011 10:10 am
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Knowledge Art Prints by Angela N. Hunt - Shop Canvas and Framed Wall Art Prints at

Realized today that I've done this theme a couple of times. Knowledge as Apple.

Knowledge as Book.

Makes you wonder what the myth would be like rewritten to that idea. And it definitely bears a parallel. Book as Forbidden.

And the Apple as both Knowledge and that which brings Discord.

Yeah, I could sit here and have fun with symbols all day...


Jan. 19th, 2011 10:49 am
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Have zero bandwidth for commentary today. Feel like old chewing gum stuck to freeway.
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It's not perfect, but I still love the line of this one.


In other news, this week is continuing to kick my ass. Send tequila, a butler, and an intern. STAT.


Oct. 26th, 2010 11:12 am
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From the very first shoot with the Amazing A.

It's actually not that altered. It came out of the camera, I did a little correction and went, "Yup. That one." Because really, it is made of awesome. All the little details are why I love it.

Knowledge. Will you take a bite?
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How do I combat a morning like the one I've had so far?

Art. Look at my glorious models.


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Well. The last thirteen hours have been...challenging.

Personal challenges.

Up half the night with the Bean who is not entirely sick, but not entirely well and as far as I can tell was having nightmares or something and refused to be soothed. Unfortunately, by the time it was 5:30 AM or so, as much as I wanted to take care of her, I had to start getting ready for work, my plan being to get her when I was done taking the World's Shortest Shower and getting dressed.

And when I got out and was finished?

She was asleep again.

Nearly died on the way in to work. Guy nearly drove me off the road.

Walking in to work, my heel is hurting like hell. Finally get my shoe off at my desk and feel something poking out of my foot. 1/4" thorn.

Ooooh. Kay.

I got nothing.

So. Yeah.


How's your day?

I'm going to hide under my desk.


Sep. 29th, 2010 09:04 am
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Another from the vault and an award-winning one at that. This earned me a Top 25 Award in the Women In Photography competition a few years back. That was a damn happy day. It's also one of my all time favorite portraits of the Awesome A.

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I'm chewing on a post for the press. Another best-selling author is talking publicly about how broken publishing is and there's a part of me that wants to scream how he's late to the f*****g party and also yell Amen at the same time.

I iz conflicted. Yes.

But some days, feeling like you've got a Cassandra Complex can induce the urge to stab things.

4th Quarter is continuing to eat me alive. Move along. Nothing new to see here on that front.


So much going on, I don't even know where to start to talk about it.

Look at the pretty picture. Yes.


Sep. 17th, 2010 09:18 am
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And the other one I failed to post so long ago. *sigh*

But here it is!

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I am full of wanderlust today. [personal profile] catvalente posted about wanting to live in a city for a month and write, make a book there, places that sing to me too. St. Petersburg. Others. Prague leaps out at me in my own head.

I want the hotel room and the sidewalk cafe and the bite of cold on my face and hands as I fumble with my camera in the chill. The ache in my legs from having walked too far. The pain in my belly from having gone without breakfast and lunch because there was one more image to shoot, one more piece of light to catch before the sun shifted again and look, a different light, a different color, quick, hit the shutter before it too vanishes from sight.

But I'd miss my girls so much. I'd miss my husband. And the Ant. I'd miss my home and my too small shower and my cats.

Some days I feel practically torn in two. The urgent need for solitude and the equally urgent need to hold my girls before they are too big and too old and no longer wish me to hold them, too busy with their own lives. The Mouse already pushes me away. The Bean doesn't slow down often enough for me to get a cuddle.

One day, they'll be off. And the husband will be in projects and the Ant will be writing and I'll be able to steal off, maybe with a model or two to some place. Drape soft curves in public and private spaces, shoot the color and shape of light on skin.

One day.

Just not today.


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