When DYM met 'Rubbish'

(this photo i self-portrait my self with my cellphone..i'm not in the mood during this shot)

As a human especially a mother of two, till now i'm still concerned about how people view my art from eyes to their heart?

Am i still not qualified to demand a good rate on my art or i need to follow the market's flow to survive?

perhaps, i'd rather choose to be starving and living in the cave than selling my art, idea and creativity to people who take an advantage for their own good. 

It's totally sucks when we met wrong person who talk like so well know about everything which is related to art. 

frankly speaking, i am so frustrated and deadly frustrated, why? BECAUSE I MET WRONG 'SO POYO PUNYA ORANGS'! They gave me a hope and yet i'm feel so appreciated at the first place, its funny within two, three days after, this both 'SO POYO PUNYA ORANGS' is BORAK BUBBLE. As per discussion i tell them some of my fresh ideas for the job as their promised and of course they act like so 'PROFESSIONAL & AFFLUENT' and now i realized that they nothing difference like a rubbish. I am so worry if my ideas is be  invoked  and copy by this two bubbles.

I am so down to the earth due to no one understand me, my art, my idea, my creativity, my commitment and my golden time or maybe i do not qualified for all of this. Yes i am Give Up.

however, I must accepted the fact and take it as experience of my life.


xoxo
Diana Yan Manan.

a few things that i know

my heart is full.

i have taken some of the most amazing shots of my career in the last week.

i have photographed some of the best brother i know –and had one of my family’s, someone pretty big and nice not only in photography world, but the whole photography world at life..

hire me to photograph his wedding

the honor is huge. so huge it leaves me emotional.

but something i’m not sure of:

whether this slew of clients, many of whom are my photographer friends, have rallied around to hire me for my skill, or to simply lend me a hand–

bottom line?

it totally doesn’t matter. either one is 100% touching to me and i’ll take it.

and i’ll do a freaking dymtastic good job (yes i use my name as part of a made up adjective which is incredibly jerky, but its who i am).

the thing i know very very very most of all —— is that nothing that happens in my career or the rest of my life would mean a darn thing without this:

i love them i love them i love them. and i’m ready to be done with this amazing trip and head home. –just a few more days.

that feeling when you expect to get your scans back and they never come…

i can’t concentrate….on anything.

this

is

extreme.

broken promises! this is me shaking my mean old angry man fist! i know i will probably get them tomorrow, but tonight my heart is broken!

but it happens, life goes on, and so does the blog. without or without my new scans of the amazingness i was lucky enough to shoot in johor bahru.

which brings us to another instagram post. yes yes, that’s right. here we go.

i discovered a new android app. Pixlr-o-matic thanks to some way savvier than me instagrammers who were all over it like butter on toast.

and p.s.

who are you following on instagram? who is your favorite? are you on? i’m dym1980, though you probably know that already from me spamming facebook and twitter left and right. i am obsessed with this new medium. i am fixated on  shooting my everyday. almost as fixated as i am on checking my email for the notification that my scans are in….

the past week on instagram (all images taken on my samsung galaxy mini):