… I committed to a smaller project of a photo each day. We finished a photo class the month before, and I wanted to see if I could push myself creatively by taking pictures that didn’t have an assignment. More importantly, I wanted to take pictures when I didn’t necessarily feel inspired, when I was tired, and when I might have only one subject around. Despite featuring prominently, she was nonetheless patient.
I learned – I got frustrated – and I found myself stuck in repetition. I learned that we can get stuck in creative ruts. I learned that I’m not creative if I don’t want to be. I learned that there is a great deal of effort that goes into finding ways to express beauty in the mundane. I got frustrated. Frustrated with myself for failing to find more creative ideas. Frustrated that my camera “wasn’t up to the task.” Frustrated that I had once again managed to wait until eleven o’clock at night to take my daily picture. I found repetition. And I’m not convinced that it’s bad. It allowed me to find the kinds of things that draw our eyes to an image and find them in all kinds of environments – shapes, people, expressions, color, contrast. They helped me to make it through this little task I’d assigned myself.
Here’s the result – there’s good, bad, and indifferent in these images – and of course what there is could easily be overwhelmed by what there isn’t. These were the best of what I had. I think that matters. -B