Something to think about as the first semester of being Second Year looms in the not-too-distant future. Where we’ll be allowed creativity – in its long sought after glory, independence – like a new country or teenager-turned-adult. Where we’ll be not only allowed but EXPECTED to be creative, independent, artistic, bold, vivacious.
Excitement. Angst. Nerves.
From this blog here a pro talks about her method, her fears, her millions of moments chasing a 1/125 of a second, hoping hoping waiting for magic, for grace, for beauty.