Hotel Art

I find the kind of bland, abstract art you find in budget hotel rooms both fascinating and horrifying. Fascinating because someone took the time to make it. Horrifying because hotels are buying that kind of work instead of, well, mine.

I accepted long ago that I will not be one of those people who is able to earn a living from my passion. I tried and it took the passion out of my passion. Still, there is the occasional ache, that I’m learning is a type of dukkha (suffering). Dukkha-dukkha, specifically, the suffering resulting from unfulfilled expecations.

Accepting my faults is an ongoing process. No one is guaranteed a perfect life and, indeed, nothing is perfect. It is also important to accept that imperfect things all have a place. Even hotel art.

Even me.

Samsung Galaxy S23 Ultra images of fall leaves and detritus taken in a quiet spot in my yard on a shockingly windy day. Multiple exposures made in camera and then tweaked in Photoshop with textures I have photographed over the years. They were layered on top in various blend modes for shits and giggles.