I think I’d like to have a show of my pictures. Part of that is because I think I could make some money if I made nice frames, and part of it is that it seems like a compelling thing to do.
Compelling in so far as it will give me something to do:
3. making loads of frames
2. printing loads of pictures
1. choosing which pictures are worth printing
in reverse order.
That’s the most difficult part, I think. I take a lot of photos that are worth looking at, to me mostly. Pictures of my land, my dogs, Abby. I’m not generally making landscape images, and even when I do, they’re of landscapes particularly arresting to me, and maybe not to anybody else.
That image of the building for instance. That’s not just any building, it’s The Building. I’d guess there are a dozen people in the world who’d know exactly which building I’m talking about when I say The Building.
Compelling in so far as it will give me something to do:
3. making loads of frames
2. printing loads of pictures
1. choosing which pictures are worth printing
in reverse order.
That’s the most difficult part, I think. I take a lot of photos that are worth looking at, to me mostly. Pictures of my land, my dogs, Abby. I’m not generally making landscape images, and even when I do, they’re of landscapes particularly arresting to me, and maybe not to anybody else.
That image of the building for instance. That’s not just any building, it’s The Building. I’d guess there are a dozen people in the world who’d know exactly which building I’m talking about when I say The Building.
That’s a picture of it, or part of it at least. Taken in the alley, years ago now. I think it’s a good picture. The exposure is very good, the composition is interesting, it looms. It’s a good Building. Is that image beautiful enough that someone might want to spend money on it? Is a purchase gated behind knowing what The Building is? Or does it stand on its own two legs?
How about this picture of Mia and Ryan? I really like that picture. It looks like they’re dancing. Maybe they were, I can’t recall. Eithr way, they both look like sculptures, but also people I love. I can’t recall where I took this picture, but it turned out real nice. But does it have an artistic merit? What does that even mean? I think there’s a version of me out there that would hear the words “artistic merit,” and decide it was worth avoiding, case closed.
Maybe I’m still that version of me.
Maybe I’m still that version of me.