Tell us about your favorite way to get lost in a simple activity — running, chopping vegetables, folding laundry, whatever. What’s it like when you’re in “the zone”?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us LOST.
I am someone who has been (it seems) a part of someone else most of my life. A daughter, a roommate, a wife, a mother. I get my zone as a single, in retrospection. As a part of someone else I didn’t really get that chance. Other opinions, fears and outlooks clouded my judgement. I chose this drum stick to represent my zone as a single. The pictures I have taken lately all represent that, yet this solitary object, handmade lovingly, beautiful in it’s own right, a working object, a work in progress, is my zone.
Lost in thought
Words bombard my brain
Twist my soul
Physically, my cells jump
My eyes see beauty
In the being