October 11, 2009

My photography is

felipezee:

unnerving:

slacker-bitch:

taking me nowhere.

My photography is not going to get published in magazines or books. It won’t get written about in newspapers or in blogs. It won’t earn me recognition. I’ll never win any awards for it.

It’s pointless. I hate being not good enough but I’m too old now, so I can’t go back in time and start taking photos when I was younger. It’s too late. I’ll be so glad when November rolls around, then I can delete my account. My photos. Everything. No more internal obligations to take photos. No more irritation from them. Nothing to nothing.

honestly, it’s pointless either way.

and boring.

I always have urges to delete my flickr and start a new one with random shit on it, because honestly taking snapshots of stuff is more amusing than actually doing proper photos. anyway photography is generally depressing so I don’t know why we all do it in the first place…

MAJOR DISAGREE. WITH BOTH POSTS.

It’s not about getting getting published, it’s not about being conventionally good, it’s not about being recognized, it’s not about any of that.

It’s about a moment. What’s beautiful about photography is the memory preserved by the photograph. Where you were, what you were doing, what you were feeling, what you were thinking— forever retained.

Nostalgia’s best friend.

there’s no wrong or right answer to these. i love it because i use it to express myself; what i’m thinking, feeling, experiencing. authors use words on paper, but i suck at communication and words, so i use visuals. it should never be all about being seen and getting awards. and it should never make you depressed; frustrated, sure; antsy, why not. don’t let the every day people who own cameras and call themselves photographers let you down. they’re in this too, but on a different page. you can’t get upset over that.