Sometimes I think about quirks, and how quirks can be our best attributes and also our worst enemies. For example, right now I am not doing what I am supposed to be doing, and this is perhaps because nobody is around to enforce me, or make me feel guilty. So instead of doing what I'm supposed to do, I am scurrying around looking for things to photograph, listening to the painters downstairs and their death metal, checking my numerous email accounts (one has 666 messages right now, and that's one of the less-full inboxes).
I will blame this all on being pretty much alone in the office right now. I never realized until recently that I absolutely hate being by myself. I always have colleagues or my kids or friends around me, or a combination thereof. I tend to feel the same way about projects. Every day or so I think of something new and awesome, something the world really needs, if only I had the time.
Now there are no further excuses, so I will sign off and do what I'm supposed to do.
Photo above is from a new series I'm working on this summer, where I try to find obscene photos in very innocuous places, like the corner of a ceiling. That is my last new project, for now. I think.