Last night at work one of the young kids with whom I co-manage at the UPS center, bought me one of those energy drinks, which he seems to be addicted to because he seems to consume them like water. Much to my surprise it was a greater boost than I imagined and I was wide awake working into the wee hours of the morning feeling like I had somehow defied gravity and was floating along into the night on a miraculous high. When I finally did go to bed, completely exhausted, I crashed and had a hard time getting up this morning. I had a family portrait scheduled fairly early, so I knew I had to get up and get things cleaned up and set up for the shoot, hence the tardiness of today’s posting. The wonder of it all was that somehow, I am not sure if it was the drink or just something kicked in, but I was having a blast last night back to working on photography. There was something utterly peaceful and productive working into the middle of the night, completely undisturbed.
Sometimes when I work on the same thing constantly I become immune to the process and often just push to get through it. But, last night I began to see things from a different perspective. The images I have been muddling through for the past year, seem to have a new meaning. I began to look at the process with a new fascination and became caught up in what I was working on with such detail. Obtaining perfection became the focus. I loved this feeling and was satisfied with my re-connection to the work. As I crawled into bed I realized what I had not felt it in a long time. Yesterday I was utterly frustrated and I beginning to see how hard I am pushing, and how that push is causing a separation from myself and my ideas, no longer able to recognize what brought me to this process from the beginning. I fear losing the organic nature that makes what I do interesting in the first place.
There is a wondrous moment at the end of the first act in the musical “Wicked”, where Elphaba (the Wicked Witch of the West) finally comes to terms with her difference and begins to recognize her given talents and turns against all reason to do what she feels is right in her heart. She musters all the powers within herself to take to a broom and suddenly fly into the air hovering above the stage singing about Defying Gravity.
“Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I’m through with playing by the rules
Of someone else’s game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap! “
Those lyrics echo through my mind today as they seemed more poignant than ever, for I realize I have shared the same dream and passion with my views of the world and need to create what I am creating, especially here in a place like Montana.
“I’m through accepting limits
‘Cuz someone says they’re so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I’ll never know!
Too long I’ve been afraid of
Losing love I guess I’ve lost
Well, if that’s love
It comes at much too high a cost!
I’d sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I’m defying gravity
And you can’t pull me down”
I can now see why those drinks can become so damn addictive.
Music and lyrics by Stephen Schwartz from the musical WICKED

Woke up this morning not wanting to get out of bed at all, feeling a bit discouraged and beaten down. I am afraid this Naked Man Project is getting the best of me. Taking the break from the weekend only seems to have made it worse, because I have lost the momentum and it’s one of those projects that have so many facets that weave in and out of itself, that it is becoming hard to tell exactly where you are at times. I have been writing so much for the site and then to write for the blog, my fingers often feel like jelly as I make so many mistakes. I am working afternoons at UPS this week, which totally prevents me from getting much done. There was guy sick last night so it was like banging my head against the wall and I had to work late. I get home and Bob, one of my kitties is having such an asthma attack I think he’s going to fall over. I know the inevitable is coming for him, that his lungs will eventually collapse and we will have to put him to sleep, so it just ripped my heart out to see him going through this. Writing a daily blog also takes its toll, and sometimes a lot more energy than you would imagine, especially for us non-writer types.
I am reminded this morning of the character, Alec Scudder, from the EM Forester novel Maurice as I was writing the bio for one of my models, Lucas, for the new website. The novel was written in 1913 but not published until after Forester’s death in 1971. It’s the tale of homosexual love in early 20th Century England and follows a man, of some means, in Victorian times who falls in love with a young games keeper named Alec Scudder, who happens to climb into his window one night to fill a desire he only dare dreamed about. The book was then turned into a very remarkable film in 1987 by the team of Merchant-Ivory, with a very remarkable cast of actors including James Wilby, Hugh Grant and Rupert Graves as sexually alluring young Scudder. I remember this movie leaving quite an impression on me at the time I had seen it. I had been through my first relationship, which had left me utterly devastated and was trying to figure out my life. I had moved back to Montana after a year in Dallas, working road construction with my father. Though I had the desire to still be with men, I was not really sure it was quite where I belonged. I dated some women, and found sex with them mind-boggling fantastic, but I still had this erotic attraction toward the naked male and for about a year or so I lived in a strange world of duality of confusion and perplexity. Then I saw the movie Maurice and it suddenly brought into sharp focus for me that struggle I had been dealing with. Maurice is the central character of the story, who deals with his own struggle, trying to ignore his hidden and forbidden desire for male love. At one point he goes to a doctor who tries to banish the desires from his mind through hypnosis. But it is something he can’t completely ignore. Then one night the young ruffian Scudder climbs through his bedroom window to ignite that passion. They make love and the rest of the story is about them trying to reconcile their social difference what to do about the Pandora’s Box they have just opened.
I have managed to stick to my vow of no computer all weekend. I did let it slip for a moment last night, when I was looking for the price on some Gladiator Alliums for the garden. These are those giant flowers that grow in the spring from a bulb that have a large single globe shaped purple flower that last for months. I have about ten already in this bed, but want to extend more into the bed as it has expanded. Locally they are about $6.00 per bulb. I have always been a frivolous gardener and take clumps from others and tend to create my gardens as cheap as possible and I need about ten more to have an impact. I typically buy plants only at a bargain out of season, like now when I can plant for cheap. I know plants so well that I can see the vision of what they will become for the years to come and don’t really care what they look like in the clump formations. In the past I have always gardened for others so it’s a pure delight that I have such an extraordinary place like my studio where I finally can create my own.
My goal is to take the weekend off and have a computer free weekend, except for posting the blog. So today will be light. I have been trying to schedule a weekend with nothing for a month now and this is it. I just need to clear my head and get out and work in my garden. My nephew is coming to spend the day with me and help me get the garden cleaned out before all the leaves begin to fall. It is not raining this morning and it has turned cold outside, perhaps bypassing fall all together. I also got the materials yesterday to begin working on the deer fence in the front. I love to build things, and I have a very cool design idea for this fence so today I will be in heaven doing the things I love most. It is still a good time to get out and transplant ferns and hearty root based perennials. Yipeee!!! It’s time to put on my old rugged Carhart work pants, a wool sweater and boots on and head outside for a different kind of creation this morning. Today is about taking that breath and gaining a fresh perspective. But you still get to see your naked man image of the day.

