Run into the forest you run
Today is Wesak day, a Buddhist holiday a.k.a also a public holiday for most people but I had work that I had to wake up really early for. Good thing everything went well, apart from the initial panic about the talent being a tad late because they had a late night shooting the TV commercial for the same job the day prior.
So now, finally home I'm chilling, listening to Kings of Convenience and thinking about forests. No, not because I recently watched Robin Hood. Not because I'm currently reading Republic of Trees, which I'm halfway through. Well, at work I'm currently looking for forest backgrounds, stock images of forests to be precise, for this job.
I've looked at so many and most pictures, actually those forests are so breathtakingly beautiful. When I look at them I feel like I can just disappear into it. I'm not talking about rainforests, the density just scares me. I'm talking about the forests in Europe, in the US. Well it's not as dense, so I suppose it doesn't come across as too scary.
I imagine living in the trees, building treehouses (not that I can build anything, can't even put together my old bookcase..and oh, I've never climbed a tree in my life) and swimming in the rivers, eating by the fire every night. Honestly this is not something I would do in real life, being a city girl who loathes camping and wouldn't go into a dirty toilet.
But looking at those beautiful places I figure I could.
Have you ever looked at an image and then felt so absorbed into it, that you could imagine living inside it? I've always felt this. When I was a kid my parents had some paintings at home, nothing famous or anything, just some watercolour (oil? dunno) paintings of the sea, the woods...err..nothing too memorable. And I remember that I would always stare into the paintings and dream that I'm living in it; come up with stories about the people who live in it.
In every image there is a story beyond what is there, according to my imagination. Beyond the picture there is another picture not yet created, that has not existed beyond what is in my mind. And then I get so carried away the stories began to develop plots, and eventually end up like a TV show without an arc and branched out all over the place that the finale is never in sight.
And then when I watched movies, after they end I imagine what life will be like for the characters, up to the point of deaths for some. Hahaha!!
I'm thinking I should start using all this daydreaming and put it onto paper. Once and for all. No half arsed wanderings of the mind. Wish me luck.
So now, finally home I'm chilling, listening to Kings of Convenience and thinking about forests. No, not because I recently watched Robin Hood. Not because I'm currently reading Republic of Trees, which I'm halfway through. Well, at work I'm currently looking for forest backgrounds, stock images of forests to be precise, for this job.
I've looked at so many and most pictures, actually those forests are so breathtakingly beautiful. When I look at them I feel like I can just disappear into it. I'm not talking about rainforests, the density just scares me. I'm talking about the forests in Europe, in the US. Well it's not as dense, so I suppose it doesn't come across as too scary.
I imagine living in the trees, building treehouses (not that I can build anything, can't even put together my old bookcase..and oh, I've never climbed a tree in my life) and swimming in the rivers, eating by the fire every night. Honestly this is not something I would do in real life, being a city girl who loathes camping and wouldn't go into a dirty toilet.
But looking at those beautiful places I figure I could.
Have you ever looked at an image and then felt so absorbed into it, that you could imagine living inside it? I've always felt this. When I was a kid my parents had some paintings at home, nothing famous or anything, just some watercolour (oil? dunno) paintings of the sea, the woods...err..nothing too memorable. And I remember that I would always stare into the paintings and dream that I'm living in it; come up with stories about the people who live in it.
In every image there is a story beyond what is there, according to my imagination. Beyond the picture there is another picture not yet created, that has not existed beyond what is in my mind. And then I get so carried away the stories began to develop plots, and eventually end up like a TV show without an arc and branched out all over the place that the finale is never in sight.
And then when I watched movies, after they end I imagine what life will be like for the characters, up to the point of deaths for some. Hahaha!!
I'm thinking I should start using all this daydreaming and put it onto paper. Once and for all. No half arsed wanderings of the mind. Wish me luck.
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