I spend an inordinate amount of time searching searching for my own identity. At times it feels safe to be able to hide behind a title. A title feels good until I begin to wonder, “is this all there is?” I’ve had a number of titles in my life. Among them in chronological order are Student, Athlete, Photographer, Editor, Realtor, Clerk, Cook, Carpenter, Errand Boy, Manager, Vice President, President, Hotelier, Resterauntuer, Producer, Ad Man, Writer, Painter and then Photographer again. I’m worn out just looking at the list.
My most recent badge, Photographer, is beginning to wear out its welcome. Pandora’s box has been opened and I’m beginning to let new ideas into my self proclaimed identity. I’m having urges that will bring on the lashings of criticism and perhaps even discrimination from my piers. I’m spending more and more time in the virtual darkroom, dipping my hands and my work into the developer of experimentation. The Photographer title is beginning to feel like a tightly drawn collar and tie. It occurs to me that titles are meant for artwork, not for the artists who create it.
Have a wonderful week!