SAD143

SAD143 :: Nikon FM2n :: 50mm/f1.8 AF-D :: Portra 160NC :: May, 2009

Time for some color on the blog. It's so dreary with all these pictures of Destructo setting himself on fire and headless wolves. Or, as my buddy Shane says, wufs.

I was buying mat board the other day, and while I was waiting at the sales counter I picked up an issue of Artist's Magazine. I opened right to a quote by some famous artist that said, and I'm paraphrasing, that artists are people who trade comfort for vision. The price of all those pretty pictures is that you will never again be comfortable.

That's pretty much accurate. If you pursue something with passion, it eventually pursues you. I think of Reza, who said in our interview that he always had a camera with him. And to read it, you'd think he said it in a positive way. The tone in his voice was not so easy to read.

I am dog tired. Or wuf tired, as the case may be. Way, way back in the old blog I mentioned a couple of low points: First, the time I woke up on the floor of the photo studio, after spending the night in a brutal matting session. And second, losing my artist's statement at 3 a.m. the day of my exhibit at the Wedge.

Today was another one of those points at which you realize how far you've been pursued. Took a long walk. Weighed some things in my head. Ended up asking myself if all this is worth it. The answer to that question is: Worth what? The big payoff at the end? The fame and fortune?

Of course it's not worth it.













Glad we got that settled.

On my way to the gallery to look at my prints under their lighting, I was stopped on Pack Square. And I look over at the Merrill Lynch building, and there's this hot girl posing in an evening gown. At noon. "Wow," I thought, "this famous photographer thing is really paying off."

Unfortunately for my ego, she was posing for a photographer I couldn't see. Fortunately for my otherwise whiny SAD post, I had my Nikon on the passenger's seat.