The Pain of Art and the Art of Pain
I struggle to shoot anymore.
The last few years have been hard, the more I close myself off from what’s happening around and inside me, the less I feel, the less I am.
I learned a very long time ago, for me to take a photo that has meaning … to me at least, I have to have a connection to the subject.
Mostly this comes at a price, the price of love, the payment is pain, the repayment plan… well… that i think, is eternal.
I’ve done two and a half photo shoots that have any meaning to me.
both the same subject
both human
both the same
And, I can’t get past it.
If i can’t connect with the darkness, i cant.
if i do connect with the darkness, the repayment plan is long.
I miss that particular connection, now, in this hollow void of darkness.
i sit.
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