May 16, 01:23 pm
Week two: Risk
This was hard for me again…why is that? Does this get easier? Come on…I went to art school! Why is this hard!? But it is!!...crazy… Anyway…this week I struggled with the whole concept of risk. It kinda means nothing to me. My friends and family were laughing at that because I take huge risks (drop out of High School then go back and do things my way…start my own business, etc.) and think nothing of it…but I stay up at night and worry about teeny tiny things… who knows. In the end, after sorting through piles of materials (read stalling) I decided to go with the theme of “Risk taking more bad photos”...cuz it’s something I need to do…
here’s what I came up with-
text says “Sometimes they are fuzzy. Sometimes they are out of focus. Sometimes they’re grainy. Sometimes the whole rule of thirds and all thought of composition go out the door. They have cluttered backgrounds. The lighting is too harsh. They are too bright or too dark. They are bad photos. But I love them. And they are good for me. They are real. And honest. As a professional photographer I spend so much time in studio…trying to get that perfect shot. Clean perfect backdrop. Clean clothes, clean face, combed hair. THIS IS NOT REAL LIFE. Looking back at old photographs my favorites are the ones that would never be a “wall portrait”…would never be carried in the mom’s purse or displayed prominently on dad’s desk. I love the bad photos. I NEED TO REMEMBER THIS. The dirty shirts and messy hair. The flurry of puppy dog kisses on a sticky baby face. The blurry head thrown back laughing. The day he wouldn’t take off those silly blue goggles. The propensity for small children to randomly show their belly buttons. I love this THIS IS REAL LIFE. CAPTURE THIS. RISK TAKING BAD PHOTOS.
and it over flowed onto another page…
Thanks for looking!
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