Lately I have stopped deleting the rejects. I am learning that often with a little help, the rejects can be coaxed into becoming a keeper. I am learning the impossibility of keeping up with the Morans and the Moynehans, causing me constant anguish.
I am no forensic photographer. I do not shoot as a record of just how it was. To go beyond is my desire and attempt to interpret or manipulate the reality into more of a dream or impression.
This does not require the best lens, the most expensive body, again, another futile and frustrating pursuit, never being content with the gear.
Working again with crafts as a little child, painting snakes and stuff, has helped to free me up from some of the stiffness and constant trying to be the best.
I will never be the best at anything. Few ever are. I just want to do my best and that will be enough.
Returning to the child you were, and still are, is liberating. I has certainly freed up my artist self. Pleased to hear your diving for hidden treasures.
ReplyDeleteToday was a further exploration into the deep, working on another gourd. I have about a dozen old,old gourds that lay in my fathers shed for years. When he passed away in 2011 of March, I transferred most of his stuff to my house and my sisters. We still have two sheds full of his stuff we are yet to even go through. Soon I hope when the weather cools. And so enters the marketers saying to me, we could sell, sell...we need to set up a booth,etc. I just want to paint them, I do not really want to sell them...Oh well, never was much of a businessman...
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