I swear I don’t know how it happens… (and other white lies)
I try to act like I don’t know how it happens, it’s just not true. I do, I know exactly how it happens. I make it happen. I always have.
I can remember when it changed for me, think it was the beginning of my sophomore year in high school , I just decided “why not?”
Believe this or not, I was pretty timid as a kid, & didn’t talk much to people, except to those who knew me. I was afraid of attempting to hang with the popular kids, and the thought of being in front of a large group of people made me sick, as I’m sure it did for most people. And I don’t remember where I got the thought from to be honest. Maybe it was Douglas Adams and his crazy books about the absurdity of “Life the Universe and Everything”. Not sure. I never wanted to be that person who let someone else or circumstances dictate my path.
Fast forward to the years spent trying to find my work-self in the 34 (count ‘em, 34) jobs I had before I prioritized photography above all others. In love with the art and great photography I still had my doubts about the vocational plausibility of this kind of photography. Regardless, I tucked “why not?” in the back of my mind, and never took “no” for an answer.
Ah….the struggle between art and commerce. As a commercial photographer I have always wanted to create striking images that show little parts of me in them whether it is my sense of humor or my take on the world . But I’ve also seen the value of putting things in my book that show recognizable people as a way to make an immediate impact on the person looking. Sort of that wow factor.
The inner struggle always exists between these two schools of thought and the resolve I found was in the exchange between artist and subject no matter who they are or what they do. I decided that the experience itself was why I did this and also what I loved about it the most. The footprint that you leave and the impression that is left on you.
And again I say… Why Not?



