"bali magic
i'm not perfect at this blogging thing! we've been in bali for a week now. it's been sun and cocktails and streetmarkets and satay and hotelpools and beaches and magic mushrooms and golden skin and indonesian children and love. it's absolutely delicious.
i have to admit, i haven't really felt like a photographer for a very long while now. but today i did.
we went to sanur for photowork and wandered afterward. along this long stretch of shore the sun was low and there were hundreds of people swimming in the sea. children necks-deep and guffawing, splashing the warm ocean, breathing and being life. i haven't been taking my camera with me, but i had it, and so i took photos (and matt with his film camera). it'd be nice to be a documentary photographer. you would meet people who really live. you'd see instead of think, and not have to pretend anything. i think that is something i've soaked in from matt, he inspires me so much. he has been so good to me this trip, i want to go everywhere with him.
we're staying in kuta. of course, we're not much of party animals. if we're any kind of animal we're probably sloths, or sleepy moths that flutter and flitter then hide. but we've been trying cocktails and our decided favourite is bailey's comet. matt's always drinking bintang though. and oh, there was our interesting night when we decided to try the magic mushroom drink not actually believing there would be any of that in there. surprise, surprise- there was.
it was our first high. we were giggling to begin with. about everything. we felt light-limbed and warm and bliss. matt began writing and i opened my journal and wrote one sentence poetry and drew all over the pages. there was music and i was drawing to the music. faces and long bodies and patterns. we turned off the light and (naturally being photographers) we thought it looked like film grain/noise, everywhere. our pupils were swollen and i related it to aperture, which explained why everything seemed more real, because our depth of field is smaller. but i could be wrong. we swam in the hotel pool and we realised how shut off we are usually, the walls that people put up around themselves. we were world-watching. we were seeing in photographs. we lay on our beds with our eyes closed and we imagined we were in a house, floating on a big lake, animals all around outside. the room rocked gently and we fell asleep.
it was quite beautiful. but everything here is. even if it isn't immediately apparent.
some pictures from our seaside afternoon:"
