At one point I had no choice but to turn the TV off. The doom-and-gloom that spills out of the screen has exceeded any reality a long time ago. Fortunately, with my refusal to live binge-watch the apocalypse came an unusual burst of photographic energy. Strangely, being confined to a small space has had an unexpected effect on me.
First, I was able to slow my usual pace. The rest is deeper and the work somehow more fruitful. I was able to concentrate on my writing and reviewing the imagery I took in recent weeks. I usually do this swiftly and efficiently but this time I took a more deliberate approach. And it worked. I was able to stay with each image longer, pondering not only the visual quality but echoing the mental and physical circumstances when they were taken. I could place some images at the time of my seeing and evaluate the health of my photography at that moment.
Second, this slow and personal assessment of each image led me to some unexpected conclusions, which helped me to answer a crucial question: Where am I along my photographic journey? I noticed a clear changes and patterns—some of them easily understood, others less so. Regardless, the change is real and I welcome it.
And then this personal delineation prompted one of my best weeks for photography. It is strange that I haven’t taken many images during this period, at least not embedded on my memory card. This was the week when I walked around my apartment conjuring thoughts and the imagery which I suspect will eventually come. Most importantly, I see these images in the places where I am going to travel and, bizarrely, I have already started putting some compositions in motion as if I could create the future.
Please don’t blame me for the lack of cohesive thought in communication. It must be one of the side effects of my confinement to this space and time. Strangely, I enjoy it and find stimulating. After all, it is rare that the cork in the bottle is ready to pop and you somehow feel it. I only hope this burst of seeing will last long enough to be realized outside this confinement.
Stay safe and well my friends.
…and let’s remember to wash hands frequently. Here is me practicing! Stay safe my friends.
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