Greetings from the arid Mancunian* desert of the Pennine foothills. The sun is scorching, the sky is blue.
I’m still recovering from the weekend (I’d planned to write this on Sunday night, but was completely wiped by then). This weekend I shot the first subjects for my subject|object project. More on that over there when I relaunch the project website.
Shooting a project that from my point of view is art-for-art’s sake has given risen to an interesting thought, which refuses to go away, and it’s this:
There’s not a whole lot of craziness in my work.
I’m a technically proficient photographer. I spent most of the first year after becoming serious about photography learning techniques and gear – all the technical odds and ends that might be useful to me. I learned about composition and lines†. I know how to light; I understand the inverse square law instinctively; I can decompose the lighting from other folks’ pictures.
But I don’t experiment in the way that I should, or at least not nearly as often as I should. Most of the ideas in my head are very clear and clean and well-lit and – for want of a better word – glossy. I’d love to do something grittier and less perfect, something that feels lived in.
Actually, that’s not a bad mission: I want to make art that feels lived-in, and like I’ve had to really live it to make it.
* For today at least. Tomorrow – when this post is scheduled to drop – there are thunderstorms scheduled. † Though not well enough, in my opinion; it still frustrates me how easily I forget about the importance of making an image come together compositionally.