With school taking up most of my time these days, I haven’t been able to play tennis much. In fact, it had been since Spring Break. I was really missing it this week (the weather certainly played a role). So after our Photoshop lecture this week, and decided to phone a friend and drag my exhausted self to the courts to hit a few balls.
I remember once reading a book called The Inner Game of Tennis. In it the author spoke of the zenful qualities of being dialed in, focusing on a single object (the ball!). Over the years, the game of tennis has evolved into more of a spiritual journey for me. A place I can disconnect. A place where I can allow myself, despite the aggresive physical exertions of the game, to actually unwind. Somehow it helps me come back to my art feeling freer, more refreshed, less obstructed.
Finding ways in life to find that special place is key, I think. Below are some images of the textures, shapes, and points of view that often make me think of a joyous day of playing tennis.
