Timothy Archibald writes a brief paragraph on "getting it" and it makes me think all morning. About why I make photographs. About what they mean. About what my photographs say about me. And whether I want people to know. Which is not really the best state from which to make new photographs, but it's ok for editing.

Today is a day for making photographs, however. And I do wonder, during the creation phase, "What does this photograph (or series of photographs) mean?". It's not usually very productive. Photography is not helped so much by thinking about meaning. It's better aided by looking. So at best I keep on, shelve the interrogation for the time being, keep looking and seeing. At worst I degenerate into some Rivers Cuomo level paralysis of self-reflection for a bit.

This current project promises to be rather sick, and possibly offensive, which is fine, provided there's some point to all that, some reason for crossing the line. Right now I can't see the reason but I'm hoping it will become evident. My little brain always wants to know beforehand but my finicky mistress is always coy.