So here I slave inside of a broken dream, forever holding on to splitting seams. So take your piece and leave me alone to die. I don’t need you to keep my faith alive.
Shackled, Vertical Horizon.
People spot a big black lens, and they worry about what they’re doing, or how their hair looks. Nobody sees the person holding the camera.
Sometimes I arrive just when God’s ready to have somone click the shutter.
Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.
There are no bad pictures; that’s just how your face looks sometimes.
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
The advice I like to give young artists, or really anybody who’ll listen to me, is not to wait around for inspiration. Inspiration is for amateurs; the rest of us just show up and get to work. If you wait around for the clouds to part and a bolt of lightning to strike you in the brain, you are not going to make an awful lot of work. All the best ideas come out of the process; they come out of the work itself. Things occur to you. If you’re sitting around trying to dream up a great art idea, you can sit there a long time before anything happens. But if you just get to work, something will occur to you and something else will occur to you and something else that you reject will push you in another direction. Inspiration is absolutely unnecessary and somehow deceptive. You feel like you need this great idea before you can get down to work, and I find that’s almost never the case.
Some other photos we took that day. I love the graininess the old lens has :o
Photos by Connor “Square Cats”
That’s not grain. Grain is a feature of the film, not the lens. That’s probably fungal growth and rot on the lens. It happens as they get older of they aren’t taken care of.
Still, it’s a cool idea.