01/14/2022
Thursday January 13th 2022
Time is a tricky bitch
Attic
Alone
Photography has just always been a part of me it seems. A core part of my true personality, something that has been there across all the rolls I’ve played, all of the hats that I have worn. Through them all I have always navigated with my eyes open, observing this thing we call life. Observing it in all the ways it would cross my path, and capturing it through lens at many points along the way.
As I sit here. Here in a space that has served many roles in my life, and before. Much like the images, sitting on glass plates as big as my hand, waiting to be brought back to life. I'm surrounded with reminders of the importance that Art has always played a role in my life. Reminders that I have always been watching, capturing, and searching for those things that make us human, those things that unify us as Humans Being.
Again
As I sit here in this space It is overwhelming. So much to share. A story to be told. That’s one of the universal hard parts of life. Not letting the mountain ahead discourage you from taking the first step.
I endeavor to create. To create some tangible things. Art if you will.
Again
Here I sit, just the music and I. Sitting at this screen. Beginning to organize the ideas, soundbites and Images, yes Images most of all. To dive back into inDeign and see if I remember how to build a layout. Trying to find these threads in images, that move this story I aim to tell from one moment to the next.
The shooting is the fun part. That’s where life happens, out in it. That's where you find the bits that bind us. The sitting down, hands at keys, eyes on screen…that’s the part that feels like work. Not that work is a bad thing, I rather enjoy working hard. This is the part that feels like work in the, Office Space I hate my life, selling your time sort of way.
This space I sit in is nothing short of a musume to the creativity that has always been a part of my life and the beautifully creative people I’ve been blessed to share it with. The walls, littered with paint, pictures, scraps of paper, many of which have hung unmoved for two decades, some of which have been collected and added at different points in that 20 years. Nearly half a dozen different times in my life I have climbed these attic stairs and opened the hatch to find a tornado of things, boxes and all around mess. Each time I would lose the day in cleaning and carving out a space to use. Some of these times involved major construction efforts. Like the time a few years ago when I built a standing desk that makes you feel taller at one end because of the slope in the floor.
Again here I sit, unsure of the first step, just knowing that I would like to share some of that process with you (whomever you may be).
Maybe this in and of itself is that step. Maybe just putting it out there. Expressing my intentions to create.
Anyway
Here unedited in their entirety are my 35mm negatives from my first photography class, In High School. Circa 2002-2003.