Thursday, February 11, 2010
What I Want To Be When I Grow Up
Yesterday I was hit seriously hard by the Muse. I was getting ready for work in the bathroom, and (you think this is going somewhere funny, don't you?! But I'm deadly serious).
I have ideas for three different photo essays. I'm not going to tell you what they are. But I have to do them.
Don't get me wrong. Just because I have a decent camera, I still don't consider myself a photographer. I mostly just experiment until I get something I like. But I am starting to understand light a little better. And I'm realizing more and more what makes me want to keep clicking the button:
Narrative. I don't JUST want to see the pretty picture that comes out. I want the story behind it. I LOVE hearing people's stories. I want to know how they got from there to here. I want to hear what they are going to do next.
And I'm tired of telling myself I can't because I'm not this enough or that enough or I'm too old or too naive.
Here's the thing: no one has to like them but me. I'm not going to do it to be famous. I'm going to do it because I want to.
I'm inspired, and it feels so good.