One thing that amazed me in Cuba was how willing, eager in fact, people were to be photographed.
This woman invited me into her beauty salon as I was walking past, and let me photograph her and some of the clients.
I’m starting again.
2016 has been a strange year. It began with my diabetes moving from the “you should watch what you eat” stage to “having grand mal seizures in airports.”
It’s not something I recommend.
The United States joined the rest of the world in a mad rush toward fascism, and the people around me who claim to oppose it seem more interested in proclaiming their morality than creating a strategy. It’s going to be a very long eight years.
But the world was never going to be perfect. And the truth is that we all face it together, just as we face it alone.
So you simply have to keep working.
Because there is nothing else.
Recently, photography has become almost as widely practiced an amusement as sex and dancing – which means that, like every mass art form, photography is not practiced by most people as an art. – Susan Sontag.
If you tell someone that you are a photographer, you’ll likely get a response like “Oh I just LOVE taking pictures – that must be so much fun….”
And, truth be told, it IS fun. But it can be a lot more, and to get to that “a lot more” takes work. And frustration. And rejection.
And that’s not fun.
“Art is never finished, only abandoned.” – Leonardo da Vinci
I’ve finally ‘finished’ the photos I shot in India, time to move on.
It’s always a bit sad for me to declare a project done. There’s so much left behind, so many different paths I could have taken through the images. Maybe I’ll revisit the nearly 6000 images I shot and come up with a completely different way to see them, but I doubt it.
But you only get one life and it’s time for me to work on other things.