These are all really old photos.
The first was from photography school, when we were first learning color printing and color balancing in the dark room. I thought I’d be so clever and make this color collage of my face, and in a totally dark room (no red light in color printing, folks) it was actually a lot more difficult to do than it looks. I don’t know why but it seems really fitting for me and I still love it.
The second photo is when I recorded a little cello for A Plea for Purging’s album “A Critique of Mind and Thought” hence my totally metal face. I used to want to pursue a career in music, I play piano, violin, cello, guitar and bass. I tried the flute and I hated it.
The third photo was post-photography school, when I was totally convinced I was going to pursue a career in commercial photography. I was testing out the Alien Bees ring light.
I had coffee this morning with the lovely Courtney this morning who shared some really good thoughts on unplugging and finding your voice, your identity, and in her words, what makes your heart sing. 🙂 It’s something I’ve been thinking about recently and wondering if I’ve oversaturated myself with the influence of others that I don’t really know what my own style and identity is anymore. Too much pinterest, maybe. Too much blog reading. Too many style guides. It’s nice to step aside and try to hear your own voice again, to find that creativity without following someone else’s recipe or instructions, to make something fresh and new with your own personality to it. How freeing is it to just make things because you thought of it? How rewarding is that!?
How nice would it be to dedicate time away from influence and focus on who we really are, and what impact we as individuals really want to make on the world? I didn’t mean to be all preachy or anything, just some thoughts. I think back on all the different plans I used to have for myself, the different identities I felt comfortable with, and I see how far I am from that… and I wonder if I’m just really off track, or if this was my identity all along.
Also, we had cherry pie for breakfast and that was a perfect idea.