I've spoken before about creating space. You may remember the accident that inspired this original post. Since then, I've continued to think about it. Continued to shift things around my apartment and my mind, clearing space for....
I think what I'm clearing space for is space in itself. When you have a clearing, it's tempting to fill it. With activities, with objects, with THINGS.
Instead, I'd like to clear space and leave it empty. Give myself and my thoughts room to breathe. Because there are discoveries that can happen in between the rest of the stuff that's crowding it all out.
Accordingly, I went to Seattle. Obviously people. I wanted space away from my space. So I signed up for a food photography and stories workshop out on the west coast and got excited about what discoveries I might make between the THINGS.
In my photos, I tried to think about space. The space that wasn't occupied by a spoon or a plate or a perfectly plated dish. What story would that tell? What would that leave room for?
For me, it left room for a story. Room to talk about aroma, and really smell the cilantro sitting atop a steaming bowl of soup. Room to hear the noises, of the coffee beans grinding, of the knife chop, chop, chopping. Room for laughter, and for friends to pull up a chair and listen to the stories I'm trying to tell.
Room to try a different angle and see from a different perspective.
And in shifting perspective, room to move something from the background into the foreground...
On an empty plate. Because the place you are filling is as important as what you are filling it with.
Recipes coming next time...