This never ending do-loop of paper to digital and back to paper and back to digital is a glorious journey we all partake, and few cherish while a few condemn. I always enjoyed the art of switching and constantly redoing the last few pieces. This gives a new clarity to the often lost creative juice.
I'm like many of you, is well aware of the 'new analog wave'. I have been like most of you looking at getting back my Analog days. Right from recording music, to film photography. With music, while I love the programming on Logic Pro, Komtakt and similar tools in Detroit, I do miss my hot oven analog Chennai days. Where all I did was twist the microphone to my keyboard speakers or direct line to a tape recorder.
Film cameras are doing a come-back, the grand entry with Olympus PEN and now the Pentax 17, I just regained my lost faith in humanity. After all the things we went through, we are still not insane.
Now that brings this post, I have been constantly switching between digital diary and paper diary. Yes, I'm one of those lost generations, still keeping up a daily diary. Last thing I do before hitting bed, or the first thing the next morning. Recently I felt the surge of thoughts, poems, phrases, love letters to dead writers, come out of me. I bought 2 new empty notebooks to scribble out my thoughts. And in a surprise, I was reading few blogs and finally land on my own blog, and felt how pathetic it looked back at me.
Thus getting back with my thoughts. I hope to keep writing here.. among the many places I write now..
