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- Mar 27, 2019
Of course, but it is still interesting to talk about amongst ourselves, I think. These past few pages have honestly got me really itching to take the camera out again. Tomorrow I just might, it'll get me out of the house and whatnot.Grandma Mosesdidn't start painting until she was in her late 70s and still managed to be a successful artist. It's never too late to start, but this all has zero to do with Lou. He has no intention of putting in the work to become any type of artist, let alone one who can make a living off their art. He plans to get a free tablet then move on to the next grift.
If I may sidetrack for just a little bit and circle back to the equipment etc, one of the single best photos I've ever taken, the photo I'm most proud of, was taken on a very old 2007 Canon 40D, borrowing a friend's lens, and taken through inch thick plate glass that had so many kids hand prints on them that I can still picture it today.
If I can do this with shit that's almost as old as my car, imagine what you can do with persistence and time. Again, my gear only makes my job easier, and some technically challenging shots possible—but it doesn't make me better.
Perhaps beauty is in the eye of the beholder here and its a mediocre photo at best, but I still like it, and it still makes me want to be even better.
Lou could do so fucking much with that ipad he has/had, more than you could do with Android most probably, but it's not about the art, it's not about the challenge and self-improvement, hell, it isn't even about the thrill of the chase of getting the best deal on some new bit of kit. All of this I would applaud if it were his own money.
Spoilered more personal stuff.
Ask anyone who's known me. I'm materialistic to a fault, although I'm trying to do better regarding that, learning to appreciate what I have.
Hell, this time last year I was given an 8 core Ryzen rig with a 1080 Ti, 32GB RAM, 512GB SSD, BYO spinning rust, etc, because a friend wanted to upgrade, and did so, and knew I could've used it—my old desktop was dying, and *did* shit the bed midway through pulling my shit off the old RAIDs, so lots of data lost, etc. I treat this computer, and all the other stuff I've been given over the years, like my first born.
Why? Because I like to think that I understand the value of a dollar, even with gifted stuff. My computer could've very easily gone to someone else in need, and I wouldn't have lost sleep over it, because I respect my friends regardless of whether the decision affects me positively or not.
But most of all, it's because this shit means something to me.
Hell, this time last year I was given an 8 core Ryzen rig with a 1080 Ti, 32GB RAM, 512GB SSD, BYO spinning rust, etc, because a friend wanted to upgrade, and did so, and knew I could've used it—my old desktop was dying, and *did* shit the bed midway through pulling my shit off the old RAIDs, so lots of data lost, etc. I treat this computer, and all the other stuff I've been given over the years, like my first born.
Why? Because I like to think that I understand the value of a dollar, even with gifted stuff. My computer could've very easily gone to someone else in need, and I wouldn't have lost sleep over it, because I respect my friends regardless of whether the decision affects me positively or not.
But most of all, it's because this shit means something to me.
Somehow I can't help wondering if Lou would be a better person if he actually had to face hardships, or if he didn't draw such a genetic short straw. Or if he wasn't such an arsehole in general. There are so many "what if?" situations here that I can't help pondering. I can't help wondering what it would take to get this endless cycle to stop, just how much his life would have to be turned upside down to make him give a fuck about anything or anyone.
But considering he's ready to lose his foot for... actually I have no idea why... I'm guessing shit would have to get pretty cataclyamic.