I’ve come to the (possibly not-so) irrevocable decision to stop posting. This blog was created in the hopes of reigniting the way I used to feel about sharing online. I used to get something out of this which is no longer the truth. It feels forced. It feels more competitive now and I can’t lie, in competition I feel manipulated and want to start doing my own thing like a middle finger in the face.
However, I am less sad and more excited for what this means for my work. I want to look at less and experiment more. I want to make things with my hands. I want to practice with other forms of creation and catharsis. I want authenticity. I want to take more chances. I want to make a lot of bad photos to (hopefully) pay the gods for my way to the good ones. I want to expand my space. I want to stay true to why I really love taking photographs. I want to know, despite vogue and approval, that I made good and meaningful work.
So, I am just going to exist; in my space. For awhile.
Below is a roll shot from our arrival and departure to/from Marfa, West Texas during a cross-country road trip. This is a sample of what I always go back to. Not this place that I can point to on a map. This mode; this camera, this film. This freedom. This is my bread and butter. This is what makes me happy.