Metamorphosis

I have for as long as I have remembered, experienced the creative urge. I have spent most of my life ignoring, squashing, or running from the same. Yet I have also consistently dabbled in one form or creative expression or another: cartooning, writing, sculpting, painting, metalwork, interior design, urban planning. It's just that whenever my efforts in that form threatened to move from easy execution to difficult, I stopped. Photography has stuck, or rather, I've devoted myself to it, drawn the line in the sand. So now, when it goes from easy to difficult, I don't stop, I just slow to a crawl.

My self-promotion machine is getting built, it's just really slowly. I assembled my portfolio images in May, and the physical book will likely be done in January. I initiated a logo redesign in March and it was finished in August. I did a magazine review to find targets about three months ago and have not revisited it. Yet.

Technically-speaking, the last year has seen a lot of improvement. A friend of mine told me I've spent the last year 'setting up still life problems and solving them'. I have really tightened up my techniques, and as well I have improved my gear.

Talking last night with my lovely and smart girlfriend, I was saying that it feels like I've moved further away from the conceptual side of things, which is what I truly love, in favor of the technical side, for which my love is a little fleeting. She said maybe what I really want to be is an art director, and it really touched something in me, stopped something.

But I don't want to change forms again. I lose too much each time I do. And after thinking about it, it seems that really good art directors are a little bit photographers, and really good photographers are a little bit art directors. Each needs to be able to communicate, anticipate, support, reach a common ground.

So I think I'll just keep on.

Gear Weenies

I moved house recently, and apparently that messed me up more than I thought. My camera's weighed a ton. BUT I did get something going last week. My new 'studio' is about 25% larger than my old 'studio' (each of these being a room in my apartment), which is great. There's less of the playing-Twister-on-the-monkey-bars feeling in the new space. It makes things easier.

My new setup also features a new camera/computer combination, which let's me shoot tethered, AND sometimes results, when I'm looking at the captures, in a sharp intake in breath. The new camera and lens are so much sharper, more detailed, and richer in colors than that old outmoded lame excuse for a camera I was using.

That reminds me. I was talking with Hunter Freeman, one of the photographers I work for, about ten months ago. I mentioned that I was unhappy with my camera but that I couldn't afford the new one. He said that it usually wasn't about the equipment as about the operator. That let the air out of my acqusition baloon. I spent the next six months trying to extract every bit of performance out of that old machine, trying to work within its limitations, and trying to get it to do what I wanted it to do.

There's a strong current of gearweenieness in photography, and I'm not immune to it. I love me some new shiny. But Hunter was right, and I made some good photos with that old camera. People make compelling, interesting pictures with low-grade crappy equipment, and people make flat, sterile pictures with top-of-the-line equipment.

I would love to have a 10,000 square foot space with 50 foot ceilings, stocked with all the latest goodies, and I hope to someday. But struggling with a camera that's truly suboptimal has taught me to rely more on me and the creative process, and less on the gear I'm using. Plus I've banished, for now, the I-can't-shoot-because-my-equipment-sucks mentality.

With that in mind, and my new camera in hand, here's to less excuses and more photos.