In an industry where making pretty things is the highest priority, it’s easy to try and hide the messes we make. I was reminded of this when I woke up this morning and saw this neglected corner of my room. When curated feeds and “Instagram-worthy” photos are all that we see, real-life mistakes feel harder and harder to forgive. Dirty rooms are never making the front page. They aren’t the subject of the typical social post but they happen. (for me, they happen a lot) I want to make beautiful things but sometimes I can’t help but make messes.
Recently I have been on a bit of a personal creative kick. Between making headway on The Demon Corps, starting concept edits for a social series, and working with several clients on different creative ideas it’s been a time of growth and experimentation that has pushed me to see the world in new ways every day. I think noticing this dirty pile this morning reminded me that striving for a “picture-perfect” life isn’t the point. Our reality is anything but perfect so how do we find balance when it feels like everything online has to be the idyllic image of the world and never what feels “real”?
Honestly, I don’t know. This has been the question I am struggling with lately and my goal is not to answer it but mainly to pose it. The majority of what I post is always centered around photos and videos that have been scripted and staged, hardly reflections of real life. In this hyper-critical world of creating and becoming better, it can be easy to lose sight of reality.
In my brain, I have a tendency to see things not as they are but as starting points for a story: any moment could be a narrative catalyst.
Because I can wander into these dangerous daydreamy waters, I have to be reminded of these messes in my room that need cleaning. So here I am avoiding the chore by writing a blog. Hopefully by the time I pop back on here that little corner will be clean.
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