a state of depression.
I’ve been in a photographic funk. This is quite evident in my images, if you’ve been watching.
They say this happens to every photographer at some point, though I never thought it would happen to me. Mostly because photography has always helped me get through the difficult times in my life; it was the cure for whatever ailed me.
Lately, it’s felt more like a curse.
I’ve been chasing technology, rotating through the latest and greatest. It is a process I always engaged in to some extent, in order to expand my experiences and learn new tricks; sometimes I did it just to stimulate the creative juices. But that’s no longer working. I feel like I have strayed too far.
Though I have been out and about — for walks, bike rides, etc. — I’ve had no desire to bring a camera with me. It all seems so silly to create yet another image to add to the millions of other images uploaded into the ether on a daily basis. Painters, sculptors, musicians, writers: they create art. The rest of us: monkeys taking snapshots.
So, for the first time in a long time, I am without a single camera or lens.
They’re all gone, and I couldn’t care less.