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it has been a minute but rest assured i am very much alive—working feverishly on accurate representations & sobriety—hitting 120 days recently, working on a step or two—bottles of water now, mugs of tea, shots of espresso.

avoiding commentary on world events as there are too many disasters to preach relatively meaningless opinions about. everything is fucked.

humanity has untethered itself from the natural balances of the universe through their inventions—money, fake realities, the stock market, guns, corporations. at some point this will all come to pass. i only hope that point is soon & irreversable—a display of humanity through a collective action of self-preservation.

i wind through los angles but it spins around me—i have a place to live, but not a way to call it a home. but it is something i want for myself, and that is something new, an idea to consider in and of itself.

soon, things will change around here & until then i hope you are well—

golden hour & the light

today was a day, just like the rest, but also not so much, not nearly

various moods for 2022—writing autobiographically, making intense & personal projects—examining the past as a model to avoid for the future—

i’ve always felt there are two versions of the self—internal dialogues & the various attempts we make at revealing that person to the world, then that presentation as it is interpreted by others. somewhere in the middle is who we are in this reality—yet the glare of those reflections shift over time, then so do we—

photo by carola di poi

change is the only constant—the universe performs its natural balancing act, we somehow try to keep up with our own, adapting to the state of the world & the state of society against the state of the self—

but can one ever really change themselves? or are we simply subject to that self-reflection, waiting for the glare to simply illuminate the truth that hides in the shadows?

at least since the united states government has basically sentenced us to deal with covid forever, there’ll be a reason to reject any social invitations i don’t feel like going to

self portrait, 31 dec 2021

the hummingbirds dance & they sing
in a kindness we’ve lost with these sins
and maybe being trapped in our cages has been worth it
so they may feel free once again

Colin Smith (b. 1982, based in Los Angeles) works in a form of assembly within and across disciplines, both in digital and analogue formats. Following in the ideas of media theorist Marshall McLuhan, the medium of his work is often dictated by its message—the diversity of projects that result are each an attempt to represent a particular thesis, a certain context.

Educated in graphic design and photojournalism, and self-taught in the visual arts, Smith has additionally worked as an art director, freelance designer or creative consultant for a variety of small businesses and independent clients around the world.

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