Monday, September 17, 2018

Tint[e]s de Verano

Monday, September 17, 2018



It wasn’t long ago that a friend of mine was rather disappointed when, after periodically suggesting that I should write again for my own sake, I told him that the many entries he had overlooked on my phone's Notes were nothing more than messy credit card payment reminders, budget lists and class notes from my Masters. I think I felt more dispirited than he, deep down wishing I could just get at it and write something, anything– for myself, for my cat, for my friends, or whoever might care to read me nowadays. Keeping a private journal has also crossed my mind, but it doesn’t carry out. Odd enough for the reserved person I am, I admittedly enjoy opening up through writing and in sharing my creative work. Yet I’ve gotten so immensely caught up in work and life during the past two years, writing and caring for my personal photo journal -including my Instagram sharing- at some point felt like more work. 

But I used to love this space, before all the professional photography hustling and my jobs made way into my crazy life, and I miss it. So, one way or another I’m making this intention to come back, and lately I had been secretly wishing my friend would have looked over my phone one more time so I could nod and say eureka! Except I don’t think I found inspiration or words, I’m mostly sure they found me again. Some of me happened to be open to receive them in the dusty corner of my brain where they once bonded well with creativity and a hungry need for expression. 

But, my friends, also a nice blog post doesn’t just put itself together. I had to give some thought to what it was I truly felt like sharing on this blog for the first time in years.

I published a post in 2013 talking about that summer being full of life and wanderlust, and for a minute I considered giving this post the same corny title, or something very similar. At first thought I probably intended to give my comeback to the blog a little continuity in some way. But mostly I'm just lazy at giving things a name. Nevertheless I figured it wouldn’t even make any sense anymore. These past few months have surely been lively and traveled, yet I find myself 4 years after that New York summer I once shared about, now living in the Mediterranean, and this beautiful season of my life is worth appreciating differently. In so many ways!

By the way I also credit myself to being somewhat wiser. Creatively, that is.

Dear readers, my inspiration these days comes from simple source. I want to show you the colors of my summer. See, it’s not just the bright red of the countless tintos de verano I’ve drank in the name of Spain, its also the hues and bright energy of the people I've met, the sunsets I've watched, the warmth of Madrid’s sun and the memories that keep me fulfilled during cold nights felt alone away from home. You will find that this is a short summary of the light and color in my life lately, which I am happy to have the woken desire to share with you again.

xx, J
















































































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