I've got a feeling...

Today I woke up feeling inspired. I felt like going out for a jog the moment I awoke... I should have made use of the unusual motivation but alas, I rolled over and snoozed instead. This feeling of inspiration continued when I finally did get out of bed. Today I cleaned my bathroom... it is now very shiny. I tidied my room, cleaned the kitchen and threw some stuff out. I felt ever so slightly manically enthusiastic and happy.

Which makes a change.

I take this to be a good thing and hope that the feeling is going to stick around for a while. It would definitely be useful in terms of getting things done!

Once I had showered in my gleaming bathroom I was trying to decide what to do with the spare couple of hours till I met my mother for dinner. I felt oddly inclined to take photos. But I did not know what of or where. Which struck me as odd, as I am neither traveling nor was it night time, which is when you would usually find me with my camera in tow. I then decided that what I wanted, was a newspaper and cup of cwafeee.

I bought my newspaper and headed to the cwafeee shop, the whole time, unable to shake this feeling. The thing that has been so baffling to me, isn't that I've been feeling particularly inspired but the fact that I just feel inspired. I'm not inspired to to do a particular thing. I've just been walking around all day with this feeling. Not quite knowing how to put it to use. Though I have decided that tomorrow I shall be up at 8am (I am doing the 12pm shift) to start making the drawings for my next screen print, which is very exciting!

I was quite enjoying the cwafee and the newspaper and the occasional watching the world go by until I realised that this year, just hasn't been a good year for humanity. There has been so much human loss and suffering in the past 3 months, in addition to the already existing human suffering, that half into my newspaper I just felt broken hearted.

Reading the newspaper and watching the news breaks my heart and has been known to reduce me to tears. My sister says that I shouldn't bother doing either if it's just going to depress me, but that if I insist I need to make sure I don't get romantically embroiled.

I have never thought of myself as particularly political but in comparison to most of my peers it would appear that I am. I have been on anti war marches and demos but then so have many people. But this year's north African revolutions, the Arabian rioting and the hunger for political reform has moved me. I find the photo journalism astounding at the moment. To be so embroiled in those moments. Some of the moments captured are just amazing. Slightly crazy and incredibly brave. I have had a brainwave. I want to take photos like that too. I want to go to a country that is either war torn or currently in the middle of an uprising/political revolution. I want to be somewhere that the people are fighting for what they believe in. I want to document it and capture the effects of those desires.

I announced my desire at dinner to my mother and sister. Surprisingly, my mother did not beg me not to have such crazy ideas. My sister whom is ever supportive, told me to go for it.

Now to find the means and the balls to do so.

Would anyone like to finance me?