So this weekend I forced myself to photograph stuff. I think just forcing yourself to find interesting things in an apartment helps force me to get creative. I spent the weekend at John's, where the sweet, sweet man made me cajun food and even did the dishes after while I "relaxed and geeked out". God, I'm one lucky lady. This guy's a keeper. Anyways...
While my man got down in the kitchen I explored his apartment. I got a few good shots of which I'm happy, but I realized that I worry too much about what other people think of them. Like if I'm not getting lots of comments on how cool they are, then they aren't cool. I need to shed myself of this. If I'm going to try to be creative, then I have to do it just for me and for the sake of creating beauty, even if I'm the only one that see's it. I found myself sort of dissapointed that I took pictures for a couple of hours and only had a few that were really cool. It's art, I think it's always that way. It's a lot of work and you can't make a masterpiece everytime.
But I'm going to keep pluggin away, and hope for that one gem in 100 so-so's and out of focus messes. God bless digital and it's allowance for days like that.
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Hate to tell you, but a whole lot of artists care about what people think (even if they act like they don't)! I get what you're saying though, art for the sake of art not for the sake of public opinion. Remind me to tell you about Michelangelo one day...
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