what happened? that's what I ask!!!!

do you also get paranoid every now and then, about getting secret messages hidden between the lines? I do have that feeling all the time. So for every word on the screen, I'm reading two or three sentences. I hate this sort of thing. It's like de-coding things that don't even exist. yeah, I'm weird.

Googling something the other day i found the link to this camera club website. I decided to click on it since my search was for something else totally random (i think i was looking for a map...). For my surprise, the Camera Club is just... 2 minutes walk from my place!!!!! It sounds really interesting too. Not only they have a darkroom, a digital studio and other facilities in there QG, they have regular meetings and debates; different groups of discussion and eventual competitions... I might be wrong, but the whole thing sounds like is meant to be.... so I finally come to write them and ask for membership requirements... They seem very friendly and open to new members, so next thursday I'm going to their meeting to see what's like and hopefully become a member!

It is exciting. I've been thinking a lot about what I'm doing and where I'm going and no matter how many times I change my mind about a thing or two, there isn't a doubt that I should do something, move on. get out there and make myself heard through other ways than "internet" and the postal service.

It is weird though, putting my "face" out there together with my work. I've done it once and it all felt so surreal. having changed my name and exposing myself so much with my work always gets people confused. You end up seeing people expecting certain behaviours, certain attitudes that not necessarily relate to what I do with my writing and my photography. It's always beenlike this with my music, since I was very young. I remember someone saying that this whole contrast between my persona in reality and my writing and photos ends up adding "character" to what I do. It is weird to make an identity out of not having one. But remember posts ago when I mentioned the freedom of expressing myself for not putting my face on my work? well, time to shake things up and embrace what is up for grabbing. I'm up for it. Bring me love, make me come... to you!