My cameras have had a rather tragic fate the last two months – they have been utterly neglected. This is partly because of a busy schedule, filled to the brim with everything but photography, but also partly out of laziness. I worked full-time up until December 14th and I also travel a lot, so after all is said and done, I just want to be lazy. Although after almost two weeks of vacation, I really ought to stop being so lazy! My fingers and mind itch for my cameras. One mistake of mine is waiting for inspiration. How many photos have I taken that people have liked that arose from just pushing forward and revisiting old ideas? Several. Many. So what am I waiting for? Why don’t I just go out with a camera and force myself to take photos? Every time I go to my Grandpa’s cabin, I feel like I might not find anything new to capture and yet somehow that is never the case. At the very least, I should be forcing myself to draw more.
Sometimes you have to give serendipity the opportunity to occur.
I had a professor who made the comment about stopping vs. quitting. It is not unusual for artists to go through creative slumps. Sometimes it can be beneficial to take a break – especially if you are feeling burnt out. You just never want to quit and abandon your craft. That is a terrible fate for an artist. My brain is built for creating, engineering, and questioning. (Did I ever tell you that when I was a little kid, I engineered my bedroom door to turn my lights off and on when someone opened or closed the door with only string and thumbtacks?) That is why I could not abandon my creative side. For a few years I was on course for becoming a nurse. Somehow science and art like to pair up in creative minds. But after a year and a half into the nursing curriculum, I knew I could not contain my free spirit and inquisitive mind inside of a hospital for 12-hour shifts or in front of a textbook for several hours at a time. I have too much energy and too much curiosity. I was made to explore the world and to expand people’s minds.
There is nothing I like more than being able to take a photograph that causes the viewer to see the world differently.
A recent thought of mine is to study the relationship between photography and psychology. How does your personality affect the way you take a photograph? Do certain compositional preferences reveal parts of your personality? How do past experiences affect your perception of the world? What do candid portraits say about a person compared to controlled portraits? Psychology was another major in college that I was interested in.
Really my main interests are art, psychology, horticulture, journalism, and architecture/interior design. My ultimate dream is to pretty much live the same way my friend and former boss lives. She is a professional photographer/artist, married with a daughter, and living on a hay farm in a home that they designed themselves and surrounded by gardens. The only thing I would want different for myself is the career path (and I don’t want to marry a lawyer). I have discovered that what I really want is to become a photojournalist. Wedding photography is nice and all, but I want to be on the forefront of events and traveling (not endlessly, but once in a while). I could always settle down into wedding photography or working for a local publication, but until then, I would like to cover news stories around the world. Think LIFE and National Geographic. I am really taken with LIFE photos from the middle of last century. There is just something really captivating about black and white journalistic film photography. My time in Costa Rica this past summer, especially the last week, really confirmed this interest. This is the closest I have come. And with more opportunity and practice, who knows where life could take me?
An end to my photography slump nears: Thursday I have plans to go on a day trip to Richmond and I intend to take my 35mm film camera.