this is all my soul

It seems to happen often that people ask if I am ever able to take photos that are in focus and not blurred.

The answer is that I can, but I often choose not.

Why I don't know, just trust my instinct.

Today I spent satisfying hours burrowing into the corners and tidying up my flat, spinning it out even longer creating hooks and hanging up all my necklaces, bracelets and hair accessories, shiny trinkets, picking them out of the draped piles, overflowing drawers and random places that they were hung. Rich colours with which I adorn my self, my life, all in one place now: butterflies, beads, hearts and hair-slides.

I get lost in details, dream in a parallel universe of colour, shape, glitter, reflection and light.

Some of it finds its way into my photographs. And of all those that I kept of this night's work, not one is still or sharp.