It wouldn’t be right to end Through Ian’s Eyes without acknowledging my friend as a major contributor to the series. In fact, I consider Ian as a co-creator even though he had no idea what I was going to do with those photos. But the truth is if he had not entrusted me with his personal collection, I would probably still be posting the mundane details of my life and struggles with art. I am indebted to his keen photographic eye and curiosity for capturing the things in our lives that are often overlooked. He may never refer to himself as this but I think of Ian as an artist. He may disagree with me on this one too but I think Ian is a flâneur. He becomes alive meandering the streets, immersing in new visceral experiences and connecting with people, especially those who lead unconventional lives. One day in the life of this gregarious bohedonist , would deplete an introvert like me so I’m grateful that I can vicariously live through him as a way to stimulate creativity. My only hope is that I’ve done justice to the images and turned them into something that is equally engaging.
In the last few days, I’ve been reflecting on a month of blogging. (Where did February come from? Have I been asleep?) When I started, I had no clue what I was doing and I’m still in the throes of figuring it out. What I do know is that this little blog is a safe place to take creative risks, make and share a few mistakes, and best of all meet really cool people who have similar passions and ambitions. As adults, I think we have a tendency to censor ourselves because it’s easier to just be quiet and conform. Or when we do get a chance to express ourselves creatively, we might be afraid to put stuff out there, we might struggle with self-doubt or care too much about what other people think because we have some sort of reputation to uphold. Well, I’m over it. As a kid, I remember spending Saturday afternoons lying on my belly writing and drawing weird stories about popcorn explosions and detectives on my mom’s old digital typewriter. (This thing had an analogue screen so you can edit your sentences before hitting enter. Crazy right?) As a kid, I created without any inhibition and it has taken many years (at least 10) to bring the spontaneity and freedom back. Thankfully, in the end, the kid in me has survived.
Through Ian’s Eyes has been a sort of turning point in my blogging adventures. The project is far from perfect, polished, great or what have you but it is tangible and that’s the point. What I mean by this is that the story and images are not just ideas floating in my head. It’s a thing that can be expanded, shared, improved upon and transformed. The self-imposed limitations and deadlines turned musings into decisions and those decisions turned into a story.The completion of the series gives me a small win which motivates me to keep going. The experiment has lead me to commit to exploring different characters and themes through short stories as a way to prepare for larger projects. I’m pretty excited with this new direction but think I’m going to have to find a consistent schedule that I can follow.
For all the incredible creators and readers here, I just want to say thank you for giving this blog a chance, tolerating its randomness, and most of all taking the time to respond and connect. Your presence truly inspires me to dig deeper and take on more challenges towards artistic growth. Here’s to blundering through another month! So what’s next? Well there’s a few projects in the works and you’ll probably expect some experiments in sequential art and comics, improvements to the site, a few surprises and potentially a collaboration or two. (Psst! Click on the link, read the post, check out the awesome blog!)
So the scribbling continues…