01/05/2026
Is it too late to do the obligatory post about change, moving forward, and starting a new year? Probably. But who cares. Iām giving it to you anyway.
I guess I want to start with fine art. I think it takes a lot of guts and a lot of trust in yourself to even try your hand at fine art. Thereās a vulnerability with heart in my opinion. At a simple level, the difference between fine art and what most people think of as āregularā photography is intent. Thereās that old saying that art is subjective to the viewer, and then thereās the other side of it where the viewer takes it too seriously.
Iām not a curator, and I donāt always get it. I was standing in an art museum not long ago, staring at a photograph that didnāt make sense to me at all. And maybe that was the point. Not everything needs to be understood to be felt.
I read something tonight that sparked a curiosity in my own art outlook. It said to think about the stories that shaped you. The characters you read about. The films, the books, the photographs that stayed with you.
It made me realize that the pieces Iāve been drawn to lately all tell a story for me. A story of movement. Of change. And maybe thatās what the new year is really about. A chance to reset.
My grandfather told me this last year was the year of the snake, and that weāre heading into the year of the horse. Forward motion feels right. More horses this year. Fewer snakes.
