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I’ve Made Some Changes Here!

Dada, dada!  I finally made some changes here.  By adding some new galleries that reflect the thinking I’ve had about where my work was going in terms of ongoing interests in general and specific project work. I think this will be helpful for visitors to this site. But perhaps even more important, it’s a confirmation that the direction I’ve been heading towards and the trajectory of my thinking and picture making is right … for me.

And here is what’s really interesting … I had been thinking about making a change here for a long time, perhaps a year or more, but I never did anything about it. Then one day a couple of weeks ago I said to myself what are you waiting for? So I emailed Flemming Bo Jensen who originally put my website together when he was one half of Coffee and Magic and lived the life of a nomad photographer. Flemming no longer takes on new clients but focuses on his career as an incredible music and event photographer. Thankfully he still supports legacy sites like mine!!!! His work can be seen at https://flemmingbojensen.com

Anyway, I told Flemming what I wanted to do, nothing drastic. Done in a flash … all the way from Denmark!  Then every couple of days I made new requests for changes that more accurately conveyed my thinking and direction. THANK YOU FLEMMING for putting up with me!!! And as I continued to refine my thinking about what my galleries should be about and contain, the better I started to feel! I know this doesn’t seem like something very cosmic, but when I made the final change and saw the result, things just sort of snapped into place!

Each gallery is a more accurate home for the different areas of interest I have and projects I have done and continue doing. If an ongoing project develops a body of work that is deserving of its own gallery, I’ll just create a new gallery!  I’m quite certain this simple change to the organization of my pictures is a game changer!!!

It’s funny how little things can make a big difference! Laugh at me if you want but I feel a new sense of focus and energy … just in time for the new year. This clarity arrives hot on the heels of determining what camera(s) to use for what purpose and what situation going forward. Together, a very big deal. More on this to come!

You would think by now I’d have things neatly figured, but some things take a while … and that’s all right.

Stay well and Happy Holidays,

Michael

A Basic Guide to Photographic Bliss and Making Better Pictures … First in a Series of Periodic Musings … #1 Reading and Remembering Bill Jay’s The Thing Itself

A long time ago I wrote an entry called In a Creative Rut? Think About This … “The Thing Itself”. In it I included Bill Jay’s wonderful and profound essay. I first came across this when readying Fred Picker’s December, 1989 Newsletter Number 61. Note to self … it’s almost the New Year so it’s time to start thinking about re-reading Fred’s Newsletters again!

 Bill’s essay is so vitally important that I decided to included it again here as my first musing in terms of finding Photographic Bliss and Making Better Pictures.   As I said in my earlier entry it’s as relevant today as it was all those years ago! So much so that I would like to present it here again in its entirety, with portions underlined for emphasis … probably by Fred.  The essay focuses on young photographers, what Bill writes applies to all of us!

The Thing Itself

The Fundamental Principle of Photography

For more than 30 years I have been deeply involved with the medium of photography; for most of that time I have directed my lectures and writings at young(er) photographers.

Hopefully my own attitudes to the medium will continue to evolve; certainly, they have undergone continuous change. In looking back at the last three decades, however, I have been aware that one fundamental attitude has remained at the core of all my experiences in the medium. It is this “frame of reference” which I would like to share with you in a single article.

I am not claiming that this principle of photography is radical, different or new. On the contrary. I believe that it is familiar and basic – which means that it deserves and demands constant repetition, in an age when principles are often impugned, as if they no longer held relevance.

But like all fixed Rules, it must also be accompanied by flexible strategies, accounting for individual images of insight and brilliance which, seemingly, ignore the principle we will discuss. But it is there, and no less crucial for being hidden, like the foundations of a building.

Perhaps the most obvious, and therefore the most contentious, issue of photography is the medium’s inseparable relationship to The Thing Itself. Photography performs one function supremely well: it shows what something or somebody looked like, under a particular set of conditions at a particular moment in time. This specificity has been, and remains, photography’s boon as well as its bane.

It was not by chance that photography was born in the early 19 century when a deterministic spirit was fueling the Victorian’s fanaticism for facts. The camera, along with the microscope and the telescope, became one of the primary instruments for investigating the details of reality. Deeply and strongly rooted in subject matter, the medium has had an uneasy and tenuous alliance with authorship since its introduction. Therefore, what a photograph depicts has generally taken precedence over what a photograph means.

The advantage inherent in this notion is that photography has become an increasingly useful tool in our society for the transmission of information about every conceivable aspect of life.

The “disadvantage,” is that while a photograph is directing attention to its subject, it is de-emphasizing the role of the individual who made it. Indeed, in the vast majority of photographs, even those of extraordinary impact in our lives, we have no knowledge of, or interest in, the author. Attempting to make individualized (artistic) photographs in this environment is a bit like discussing metaphysics at a football stadium during the Super Bowl. This does not mean that the attempt is without value; it may indeed influence your neighbor. But it does mean that the chances of being recognized by the public at large is less than likely.

The act of photography is a similarly private act, unlikely to be rewarded or even noticed by society in general. The young photographer must come to terms with this fact. A photographer with artistic aspirations has a very small audience – one which is increasingly congregating within the faculty at colleges and universities. These institutions have replaced the church and the princes as the major patrons of the arts in our society. Indeed, about the only way it is possible to earn a healthy living from being a photographic artist is to become an academic. And this is the primary value in attending graduate school – to earn the qualifications necessary to become employed as a college teacher/art photographer. In this role, the artist has the freedom to expand his/her creative potential.

I have mentioned the arts in academia in order to throw an oblique light onto a previous assertion. It is this: most of the Great Names used in academia, for the inspiration and edification of students, would not be eligible for graduate studies, let alone as faculty members. Most of them were professional photographers, earning their livings on assignment in journalism, industry, fashion, medicine, and a host of other photographic applications. My point is that great (even artistic) photography is not a function of environment or a prerogative of academia.

A corollary of this point is that you cannot be a photographer by aspiring to be one, or by learning everything there is to be known about photography. Photographers produce photographs. And many of them. Like every other skill, photography is learned by continuous and dedicated practice.

One well known photographer came to stay at my home and shocked the local photo-dealer by ordering 1,000 cassettes of 35mm film. I assure you that every frame had been exposed within one year. That equals an average 100 frames per day, seven days a week. Another photographer friend shoots a roll of film every day “even when not photographing” because, he says, “it is essential to keep the eye in training. ” It is true that these two examples are of particular types of photographers but nonetheless the principle remains: you do not become good at anything unless you do it earnestly, regularly and, yes, professionally.

The truth inexorably leads to a single, but usually ignored, matter of fact: in order to photograph with any degree of continuous passion, you must have a fascination for the subject, otherwise you cannot sustain an interest in the act of creation for a long enough period of time in which to make any insightful or original statement about it. In spite of its seemingly heretical slant (in this day and age) what you photograph is usually more important than how you photograph it.

The photographer is, first and foremost, a selector of subjects. The photographer makes a conscious choice from the myriad of possible subjects in the world and states: I find this interesting, significant, beautiful or of value. The photographer walks through life pointing at people and objects; the aimed camera shouts “look at that!” The photographer produces pictures in order that his or her interest in a subject can be communicated to others. Each time a viewer looks at a print, the photographer is slaying “I found this subject to be more interesting or significant than thousands of other objects I could have captured; I want you to appreciate it too. “

This immediate emotional or intellectual response to the subject matter is at the core of photography. Its periphery is the photographer’s manipulation of framing, focus, exposure, lighting, and all the other variables, in order that a bland record is invested with depth through the production of an intriguing image.

I have stressed the importance of subject matter because it is the fundamental principle of photography – and, paradoxically, the least discussed area of the medium, especially to young photographers. I can understand this reluctance. We all have grandiose aspirations for, and expectations from, photography and this leads to a plethora of concepts, as well as aesthetic and critical theories which, when heaped on the back of photography, bring the medium to its knees, not in homage but in defeat. The fact of the matter is that photography cannot bear the intellectual weight with which it is fashionable to burden it. Photography is not an intellectual game but an emotional response to charged living.

After a critical essay of mine appeared in print, Ralph Steiner would often write me a funny, provocative and stimulating letter. But he would end with the words: “but you still have not told me in which direction to point the camera – and this is what matters. ” And he is right.

However, giving specific advice on what to photography would not be appreciated even if it was possible. The answer is provided by a question: What are you really interested in? In other words: What is it that can sustain your enthusiasm for a long time? I advise young photographers to be overly pragmatic in answering such questions. First, list all those subjects which fascinate you – without regard to photography, i.e. what would you be doing if there was no such thing as a camera. After the list is made, you then start cutting it down. Eliminate those subjects which are not particularly visual. For example, existential philosophy can be deleted. Then cut out those subjects which are impractical, for one reason or another. For example, I have always been fascinated by Patagonia but, as I live in Arizona, it is not a subject which I can shoot at available hours and weekends. The subject must not only be practical but also accessible. Also eliminate those subjects about which you are ignorant, at least until you have conducted a good deal of research into the issue. For example, you are not making any statement about urban poverty by wandering back streets and grabbing shots of derelicts in doorways. That’s exploitation not exploration.

Continue similar reductions in your list of interests until two or three subjects remains, all of which a.) fire your enthusiasm b.) lend themselves to images, as opposed to words c.) are continuously accessible.

Let me give you an example. As a teacher I encounter a great number of photographic students who are active in college life, naturally emotional about many aspects of education, and who spend the greater part of their waking life on campus. But in the past 15 years, and over 1,000 students later, I have never seen a photographic project based on what it is like to be a college student. In fact, it is rare indeed to see a photographic student carrying a camera.

Instead, they select subjects which they assume their professors (or the art community at large) expect from a photographer and wonder why they cannot sustain any interest in making pictures. Photography has become a grade- producing chore and the thrill of visually confronting the world has lost its sharp edge of discovery, the original reason, perhaps, why the student became a photographer.

But back to the list. . . with some hesitancy, I admit, I would recommend one further elimination process. It is this. When you have two or three visually possible and accessible subjects, all of which interest you equally, it is no compromise to select the subject which others are more interested in viewing. The state of being human dictates that some things are visually more interesting than others.

As a lecturer, I am well aware that, it is difficult to transmit information to a disinterested, bored audience. You must engage and hold the audience’s attention before the content can flow. It is the same with images. Just be aware that some subjects are more accessible and interesting to the lay person than others – and it is deliberately perverse to ignore this consideration. There is a very fine line between pandering to popular appeal and a respectful consideration of viewers’ interests, and only the integrity of the photographer will hold the balance.

All this talk about emphasizing subject matter might indicate that I am only advocating a strict, straight recording of objects. But this is not so. I have been talking about starting points. I do believe that the narrower and more clearly defined the subject matter, the more scope there is for a continuing evolution of complexity and, hence, the greater the latitude for personal interpretation. An analogy might help to explain my point.

I have recently relandscaped my front yard and now need to plant trees. I could have an “instant” tree by collecting an assortment of trunks, branches, twigs and leaves and assembling the parts. But the tree would be dead. The starting point for a living, growing tree is a seed or a sapling. Then by careful nurturing, and a good deal of patience, a tree will grow – often into a form which could not have been foreseen.

It is the same with a body of work, of any merit, in photography. The greatest scope for deep-rooted, organic growth begins with the most simple premise.

The alternative is a frantic grasping for instant gratification which merely leads to works displaying visual pyrotechnics but of dubious depth and resonance. This is the fallacy of form. Young photographers are often pressured into an emphasis on individual style, a search for distinction, a quest for newness and differentness. Yet the truth of the matter is that a unique style is a byproduct of visual exploration, not its goal. Personal vision only comes from not aiming for it. In dim light, objects emerge from the gloom when not looking at them. It is the same with style; paradoxically, it is a natural, inevitable result of emphasizing subject, not self.

And this principle brings up an equally important correlation between subject and self. If it is perceived to be important that the self should be ultimately revealed, the question arises: What is the nature of this “self”? If the self is shallow, narrow and inconsequential, so will be the resultant photographs. It seems an extraordinary presumption that everyphotographer has a depth of character which demands revelation!

Inevitably, most photographers would do the world a favor by diminishing, not augmenting, the role of self and, as much as possible, emphasizing subject alone. This is not meant to be facetious. Such photographers would be members of an august group – the majority of photographers throughout the medium’s history, most of whom remain unknown as personalities. However, the emphasis today is on a cult of personality and individualism, and I presume that the majority of young photographers who encounter these words are anxious to assert self. Like all noble aims, however, it is not achieved without varying degrees of responsibility and hard work. The young photographer must develop a photographic conscience.

What I mean by this term is this: If the subject of the photograph is the vehicle for profounder issues, then it is the photographer’s responsibility to think and feel more deeply about those issues. That sounds self-evident. But how is it achieved? By a seriousness of spirit. And how is that achieved? By engaging on a quest for self-knowledge which invests the act of living with greater energy and commitment. I am well aware that this sounds very nebulous. You cannot wake up one morning and assert: today I will be aware and more alive. It starts like self-expression, with a concentration of focus – on the subject matter. It presumes that the subject deserves not only looking, but also thinking, reading, writing, talking as well as photographing – earnestly and energetically.

I once watched a television interview with a great violinist. The interviewer asked him to describe a typical day. The musician said he read scores over breakfast, then composed music in the morning, thought about music during a walk, practiced the violin in the afternoon, played in a concert in the evening, met with musician friends to play together, then went to bed dreaming of the violin. The interviewer was aghast – it seemed such a narrow life. “Yes,” said the violinist, “Initially my life was becoming narrower and narrower in focus. But then something extraordinary happened. It is as though my music passed through the tiny hole in an hour glass and it has since become broader and broader. Now my music is making connections with every aspect of life. “

In this sense photographers are photographers one hundred per cent of the time, even when washing dishes. The ultimate aim is an oscillation between self and subject with the image being a physical manifestation of this supercharged interface between the spirit and the world.

It demands reiteration: this conscience of the photographer is not learned, not appropriated, not discovered, not acquired quickly or without effort. It is a function of the photographer’s life. And it begins with an intense examination of The Thing Itself.

If this presumes too much, I make no apologies. The young photographer, unwilling to develop such a conscience, can always move on to some other activity, without failure or shame, or join the army of hobbyists who derive great pleasure from their images, or employ the medium in its honorable role of documentation without artistic presumption. My concern is with those who engage in artistic posturing and shallow assumptions, using photography as if it was a clever trick and employing stylistic devices in a sleight of hand which deceives the eye.

An earnest and honest appreciation of subject matter is the genesis of a clearer, deeper vision. Photography is rooted in The Thing Itself.

 – Bill Jay

I hope you enjoyed this wonderful essay as much as I do.

Now read it again!!!!

Stay well,

Michael

A Bit About My Photograph … “Orangutang, Buffalo Zoo”

In a previous A Bit About My Photograph entry I talked about a picture I made years and years ago of a bear lounging in his outdoor habitat at the Buffalo Zoo as the snow was starting to come down. I made it as part of a short project I was doing while being a teenager.  Most people get a chuckle when they see it. The rest of the pictures I made weren’t cheerful at all and can be viewed in my Gallery: The Zoo. They’re all environmental portraits, just like ones I could have made of people in their homes. Several of the subjects are looking at me as much as I am looking at them. When I made the pictures so long ago I felt like their eyes were penetrating me. I still feel that way when I look at them now.

I didn’t enjoy making this picture or the others like it, but I needed to make it.

I never went back to a zoo after this experience, except twice.  Years later when I was in San Diego visiting my son while he was in graduate school and more recently when I took his son to the zoo in Richmond.  Thankfully, zoos have come a long way in the fifty or so years since I made these photographs!

As mentioned in the previous entry I used my Nikkormat or possibly my Nikon F2 I bought later.  While I was lucky to have a 135mm (the only other lens I owned at the time) that I used for the photograph of the bear, this picture and all the others were made with the 50mm … either a f/2 or f/1.4. I owned them both but not at the same time, and both were great!

As much as the picture of the bear taking a siesta in the snow gives me a chuckle, I get a melancholy feeling when I look at this one. It’s a meaningful picture that needed to be made. That picture and the others I made for the project helped shape my feelings on photography … and life.

Stay well,

Michael

I Skipped Record Store Day This Week, But It’s All Right

Oh, and I didn’t go to the 38th Annual Philadelphia “not just” Rock Record and CD Show either. And what does this have to do with photography? Not fully sure, but let’s keep going here.

Photography is my true avocation, but my true hobby is stereo and listening to music. I own a lot of records … at least 6,000 or so … many of which were bought during Covid. And I’ve kept buying them, but am trying to slow down a little, be more selective if you will. In fact during the past two weeks I have weeded out about 500 or so records that I hope to unload at my local used record store, and I have listed a bunch online that are worth more money.

As with film, there’s been a vinyl renaissance going on with tons of new and reissued audiophile music coming out all the time. Yes, I just ordered the new Beatles US 1964 Capitol Records mono box set, but I’m on a multi-step recovery program!  So it took a lot of willpower to not get up early and stand in line on Friday just so I could get another previously unreleased Bill Evans concert album, and even more not to go to the Philly show that would have “dealers from all over the country”!!

Stay with me here.

The point is, that while I don’t play an instrument … I did when I was young … and hope to do so again in the not too distant future … music has always been incredibly important to me … ever since I could listen to it on my first tiny battery transistor radio. Then I listened to it on my parent’s stereo and on my older cousin’s even better stereo. Finally I was able to cobble together my first stereo when I fourteen. Season tickets to the Buffalo Symphony Orchestra followed during college when Michael Tilson Thomas was conductor. It’s never stopped.

So, instead of buying more records this week I read more about Caponigro and even watched a couple of interviews on YouTube. I was struck about just how important music was in his life. He talked about spending the daytime doing photography, then at night he would play the piano. Just like Ansel Adams, he was a classically trained musician. It got me wondering about how many photographers are musicians or are involved with music, or are just obsessed with it like me. While I have no idea I’ll bet you there are a lot!! But here’s something … I do know that beyond Caponigro and Adams, Wynn Bullock was a trained vocalist and Eugene Smith hung out with and photographed jazz musicians. I even know several photographers that are serious musicians and a few that insist on listening to music when they are printing in the darkroom.

So is there a connection between photography and music? Does one inspire the other? Are they complimentary? Do both cause you to explore the world, albeit in different ways? Does one reinforce the creative process embodied in the other? Does listening to or playing music make you think about photographs you’ve made or could make? Does being out there making photographs or printing them in the darkroom put music into your head … music you have heard or that you could make?

All I know is that I love photography and music, and anything related to either. When I’m not engaged in some part of it, chances are I’m thinking about it.

What about you?

Stay well,

Michael

Paul Caponigro, 1932 – 2024

This past week I received John Sexton’s always informative and entertaining newsletter. Perusing it, I was saddened to read the sad news of Paul Caponigro’s passing on November 10th in a very touching remembrance John wrote. Caponigro was truly a photographic giant and he will be sorely missed! If you are not familiar with his incredible work, your photographic life is incomplete!

I have seen Paul’s work many times, own several of his books and was fortunate enough to meet him once by chance while traveling abroad.  One of my life’s sorrows was having the chance to buy one of his famous images, Reflecting Stream, Redding, Connecticut when I was young, but not having the funds to do it. I still think about that missed opportunity! On the other hand, I do own a copy of Fred Picker’s The Iceland Portfolio that Paul once owned himself … a small consolation I suppose.

If you search this site you will see that Paul’s name comes up a number of times, but notably in discussing one of the most important books I own, The Wise Silence: Photographs by Paul Caponigro. Here is what I wrote about it and my unexpected and surprising encounter with him:

“Paul Caponigro, The Wise Silence: Photographs by Paul Caponigro

 Whenever I traveled overseas I always tried to find some time to visit museums … and of course photograph if possible. I think it was about 1984 or so. I was in London on business with the State Department and had some time to kill during an evening. As usual I would ask around or look at local artsy publications usually found in hotel lobbies. So I was skimming through one of them in my room and what do you know … Paul Caponigro was going to be giving a lecture that night at the Barbican Centre, not far from where I was staying!  So much for dinner, I had an hour to get there!  As I recall, Caponigro was speaking courtesy of a US Government sponsored tour. Perfect … I worked for the US Government!

You can imagine how excited I was as I scurried to get there and then get seated before the lecture began. Let’s face it Caponigro is one of the great 20th century masters. Black and white, large format, iconic landscapes, architecture, flowers, still life.  I had seen his pictures in magazines but had never seen them in the flesh. And of course I never had met the master himself! He finally emerged and the slide projector began projecting images on the screen. Oh no!  Caponigro was showing color photographs made with a Leica M6!  Not what I hoped to see and not what I hoped to hear about!  Nevertheless, I still got a chance to hear Caponigro discuss his work and it was an unexpected opportunity to meet a truly inspirational photographer. No matter … it bothered me for a long time that I didn’t get to hear Caponigro talk about his incredible black and white large format pictures made at Stonehenge, Ireland, Maine, Yuma, Arizona or in Redding, Connecticut. And the list goes on.

Somehow though, I found the will to go on.

Then about twenty years later a very good friend of mine, who also happens to be a fine photographer, gave me a most wonderful gift for my fiftieth birthday … a beautiful first edition copy of The Wise Silence: Photographs by Paul Caponigro! Now we were talking! The incredible retrospective of Caponigro’s work up until the early Eighties was published to go along with the 1983 exhibition, The Wise Silence: Photographs by Paul Caponigro shown at the International Museum of Photography at George Eastman House, Rochester, New York.

Suffice to say, all the classics are in this incredibly beautiful book! The great images we know about, but many others as well. A beautiful leaf suspended in space, the white dear, churches, sunflowers, beautiful streams, ancient stone monuments, ice and snow, the American Southwest, architectural details, doorways and more! Over a hundred and forty stunning photographs in a large exquisite book you will want to look at again and again … serene, quiet and beautiful.

No disrespect to Caponigro’s 35mm color work, but what is contained in this book is truly special!  The book is not cheap, but would make a worthy addition to anyone’s photographic library.”

My chance to meet Paul Caponigro and hear him speak will always remain a fond memory for me. And I will always have The Wise Silence to gaze at and remind me about just how much is possible in this wonderful artform known as photography.

Stay well,

Michael

Now Might be a Good Time to Think About a Project

We all have been through a lot this year and there’s more to come. We need to get back to our living our lives with some sense of normalcy. So, what can we do photographically? Well, there’s a lot actually, but what might be best as a start is to think about, plan and execute a new project!  Or, how about this … if you have one that has been gathering some dust and remains to be finished, start working to get it done! Now how about setting some real goals for yourself? What will you do with the project? Try to get it exhibited, maybe produce a self-published book? Or perhaps putting up a website with your work so it can be seen by the whole world! It doesn’t really matter. What matters is getting out there and doing the work that means something to you!

I’ve spent the last two and a half years working on a project for Monalog called Visions of America. The focus is on images made between 2016 and the end of 2024, a time of real turbulence in our country. The project involves previously completed work if appropriate and new work we would complete beginning towards the end of 2022.   During the next two years each Collective member had to put forward four groups of ten self-curated images with a specific schedule that had to be maintained. Each delivery came with a presentation to the group.  In short, you were forced to produce! It was a great idea, and in my own case it really helped focus me on putting together a coherent body of work based on a specific theme.

This weekend, I printed what is probably my last picture and will file my final group of ten as promised in December. The project truly motivated me and it helped me to focus on completing a substantial body of work. And even if the group project doesn’t result in an acquisition and show like we hope, I have created something of value to me and perhaps other that could find its way into a self-published book for example.

Thinking about this while agitating prints made me remember previous postings on projects. One included a great quote from an old Fred Picker newsletter, one of the most instructive pieces I’ve seen on the subject. Here it is again from Newsletter #17, April 1978:

“At workshops we stress the importance of working towards a goal at all times… Design a project for yourself. You might assume that you have a show coming up. Choose a theme. Set a definite date. Decide that the show requires a specific number of prints (all to be new work) that you can realistically expect to complete in that period of time. Ten to twenty-five, I’d say but pick an achievable number and write and the date of the show on your darkroom wall.

Go to work. If, on the projected date, you have the prints well made, toned, spotted, mounted, and sequenced, you will have accomplished and learned a great deal.

Edit ruthlessly. If a picture is weak, pull it. If a print can be improved in the slightest degree, remake it.

Now you have a representative portfolio.  Put it in a solon case with slip sheets between the prints, make an appointment, and visit a gallery. You just might get a date for a real show. If not, you at least have a nice portfolio and that’s a lot better than a Polycontrast box stuffed with wrinkled prints and surrounded by explanations. More importantly, you have created a coordinated body of work against the background of a deadline. You will have learned much in the process.

Don’t be upset by rejection. Considering some of the stuff accepted today, rejection could be a compliment. And it doesn’t matter; doing it is what matters.  Alexander Calder said, ‘I have developed an attitude of indifference to the reception of my work which allows me to go about my business.’

Follow through anyway. Hang the show in your living room, at the local High School, the ‘Y’, anywhere. My first one-man show was in a movie lobby and that was not a bad thing. Thousands of people saw it and I learned a lot and felt good about it.  Seeing a body of your work together is a very worthwhile learning experience. Patterns can appear with embarrassing clarity or with indications of direction to explore. Single photographs can be turning points; three or four I’ve made have influenced all the work that followed. Your pictures, if made with direction and seriousness of purpose, can teach you if you will assemble them and spend time with them.”

Just reading Fred’s thoughts again is revving me up to get back to work on my other projects, and starting a few new ones!

I’m starting to feel a little better already!

Stay well,

Michael