Like pearls slipping off a string
I have arrived at the decision not to pursue the will to make portraits. We are in a changing time, in an era saturated by images. People have a poor judgment on what is quality photography with that ability of using apps to take pictures and all those preset things that «photographers» apply on their portraits. There are even exhibitions of «phone photography» which shows the curve in the practice of the art we are engaged into. It is not working; here people don't want to put money into artistic photography and there are so many improvised photographers, offering poor quality photographs for cheap prices which spoils the art and profession of experienced artists. I had exposure and reviews in many different papers and festivals and even if it brought exposure, it didn't bring work. I will continue to practice my art as I did since forever, on a personal basis, for the love and passion of it. That is to be real to myself. In that optic, I am open to artistic collaboration. Those words Virginia Woolf wrote in a letter to her friend are in echo to all forms of arts in the process of finding the right path:
'As for the mot juste, you are quite wrong. Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. But on the other hand here I am sitting after half the morning, crammed with ideas, and visions, and so on, and can't dislodge them, for lack of the right rhythm. Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it; and in writing (such is my present belief) one has to recapture this, and set this working (which has nothing apparently to do with words) and then, as it breaks and tumbles in the mind, it makes words to fit it. But no doubt I shall think differently next year.' ~ Virginia Woolf, letter to her friend Vita Sackville-West
In creativity it is always positive to loose onelsef's own benchmarks. After a year of exploration, observing and perceiving what is made in photography now, I felt in between, in uncertain land about my own photography. I experienced a few things, which led me to feel empoverished and empty. Then, one morning I woke up and felt it was the moment to come back to my own universe. And I entered that new odyssey through my art.
“Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we -- I mean all human beings -- are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet is the truth about this vast mass that we call the world. But there is no Shakespeare, there is no Beethoven; certainly and emphatically there is no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself." ~ Virginia Woolf, A Sketch of the Past
To me, making photography has a spiritual meaning which enriches me and gives me the ability, as I already mentionned in another post, to face the most difficult moments. But also to bring to the world my part of what I consider beauty.
“After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
~ L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea