Making Rainbows in the Shower

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of colors. It was in these moments that the paint would hold me captive, locked me in a statuesque repose, and radiate all the way down the drain.The colors would lure me into it, as well as lure me into myself, and have me lost in a maze within myself. What joyous bubbles bobble up to your mind's surface. This natural hypnotism also never detracts one iota from yourself, but rather it multiplies all the things that are most important within.In these moments the propensity that plagues us is to think about what we did wrong or right, and how we can improve. While they are necessary pursuits, there must be a time where you need to watch. Observe, and soak things in full. We need to be awake for the wild shows that come before us to perform. In this, we reach the acme of joy.I believe this is when art truly serves us. Because we are both looking inward and outwards in complete balance, without any contradiction. These are the exact moments you seek out, over and over again.I felt in that moment that the natural rhythm, physics was a much better painter than I was, and in awe of its movement, so colorful, miniature breaking waves of pinks, blues, and greens.Break break, rainbow waves.Now, to be a photographer or an artist, there is no prerequisite to the vocation stipulating that one must make rainbows in the shower. But it is highly recommended.On

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ce you decide to, be it on yourself or a hapless victim of the arts, I implore you to look. Look more than you shoot. The colors are there to fill your eyes with pleasure, and to fill your heart with thrill. There is nothing better than to see it.If this spectacular display of colors teaches us anything, it is that they flow where they please. And any color they blend with is just an opportunity for more beauty.Technical Comments: Lens: 16–80mm Shutter speed: 100 F Stop: 6.3 ISO 1000DAILY PHOTO EXPERIMENTS: Day 1:<a href="https://readmedium.com/a-week-of-mimicking-flowers-44e521d715b4"> A Week of Mimicking Flowers</a> Day 2: <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-optimism-of-a-watermelon-3c82dc298d8c">The Optimism of a Watermelon</a> Day 3: <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-white-flowers-that-danced-before-the-night-sky-95855c55ce2f">The White Flowers That Danced Before The Night Sky</a> Day 4: <a href="https://readmedium.com/a-celebration-of-procrastination-9abe3c248cc8">A Celebration of Procrastination</a> Day 5: <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-statue-that-looked-more-human-than-i-felt-cc49946f9f6a">The Statue That Looked More Human Than I Felt</a> Day 6: <a href="https://readmedium.com/today-i-made-a-tree-b65f76d4e288">Today I Made A Tree</a> Day 7: <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-will-move-slow-until-i-come-back-alive-813d77117800">I Will Move Slow Until I Come Back Alive</a></article></body>

Notes from my daily photography experiments #8

Photography by author, Reylia Slaby

Today I found myself outdoors, and immediately regretted it. A month ago, we had three weeks straight of the rainy season, with every day pouring bucket after bucket of rain. At the same time, it cooled the whole of the country. I felt that summer was over, and I could feel the crispness of autumn begin to cover us like a linen sheet.

But then that blanket was pulled from under us, and the blazing heat returned to seek havoc on gardener's plants, ambitious walkers, and that one individual who signed up to hold the sign promoting the local drugstore.

When I got home and felt the sweat bead off my limbs, pooling at my feet, it reminded me of a project that I had wanted to do, but haven’t been able to find the right location or a willing model.

In light of my plight, I decided that perhaps it wouldn’t do any harm to make it an addition to my daily series, and taking a test for the actual one when it finally comes to fruition.

One of my favorite parts about painting was always at the final moment when I washed the paint off my hands and saw the colors come together in a beautiful kaleidoscope of colors. It was in these moments that the paint would hold me captive, locked me in a statuesque repose, and radiate all the way down the drain.

The colors would lure me into it, as well as lure me into myself, and have me lost in a maze within myself. What joyous bubbles bobble up to your mind's surface. This natural hypnotism also never detracts one iota from yourself, but rather it multiplies all the things that are most important within.

In these moments the propensity that plagues us is to think about what we did wrong or right, and how we can improve. While they are necessary pursuits, there must be a time where you need to watch. Observe, and soak things in full. We need to be awake for the wild shows that come before us to perform. In this, we reach the acme of joy.

I believe this is when art truly serves us. Because we are both looking inward and outwards in complete balance, without any contradiction. These are the exact moments you seek out, over and over again.

I felt in that moment that the natural rhythm, physics was a much better painter than I was, and in awe of its movement, so colorful, miniature breaking waves of pinks, blues, and greens.

Break break, rainbow waves.

Now, to be a photographer or an artist, there is no prerequisite to the vocation stipulating that one must make rainbows in the shower. But it is highly recommended.

Once you decide to, be it on yourself or a hapless victim of the arts, I implore you to look. Look more than you shoot. The colors are there to fill your eyes with pleasure, and to fill your heart with thrill. There is nothing better than to see it.

If this spectacular display of colors teaches us anything, it is that they flow where they please. And any color they blend with is just an opportunity for more beauty.

Technical Comments: Lens: 16–80mm Shutter speed: 100 F Stop: 6.3 ISO 1000