Observe this image. My dear friend Kat, shot in 2007, at a company event.
Nothing groundbreaking, as photographs go, but I think this image illustrates something that I think I’ve lost as I’ve become more technically proficient as a photographer: the ability to play.
Here I was, beer in hand, shooting a full-band karaoke jam on a Friday night. Just played around with long shutter speeds for the hell of it.
I’m just starting to learn to play again, and it’s tough going… but I’m enjoying it.
Image: Kat Kinnie in Motion on Flickr.
Answers in a comment or reply, please: Is there a word for the way you automatically start disliking your own work a few days after it’s finished, even if you loved it when you created it?
Demographic of One: What is some advice you can give to an aspiring young artist? -
Work hard, make friends, don’t give up.
A bit more: be incredibly opportunistic and on the hunt for places that can use your art. Be hard on yourself. Shun all the woo woo vagueness that people tell artists: “fulfilling your dreams”, “nurturing your creativity”, the whole lot of that. It…
“if I can’t shoot what I love and how I see, what’s the point.” —
Wise words, after my own heart at the moment.
Sometimes the mind doesn’t speak all that clearly.
The Smart Artist (via Chase Jarvis)
Today is a good day.
This is what I meant to post earlier. Turns out that the StumbleUpon iPad app is a bit dumb.
Transmetropolitan Disco. Artist gaktikol.
Late night braindump about #Lancaster music scene projects. If you look closely, you can see a (very poor) pencil sketch of Spider Jerusalem on the other side of the page. (Taken with instagram)