My struggle to create consistently, while often dictated by my health, has been equally (if not more) dictated by the need to create by a rigid set of guidelines. While I understand the need to have some common thread in your photography style, but I believe I have jumped a few steps and decided on my style before I gave myself time to grow.
I rarely cherish any of the photography I did in college. While there are some excellent pieces I shot, for the most part it was purely play and experimentation. I had a terrible time with focal lengths and focus, and couldn’t grasp certain principles to save my life. But for some reason my work had a unified voice. It made people feel things. My current photography isn’t quite like that. I’ve conformed to a likeable, Instagramesque style of photography that gives me little creative room like my previous photography did.
I finally got the guts to quit it and post what I liked. The drive to create and the restrictions of my body have grown too strong for me to care much what anyone thinks. I haven’t grown much in a numbers sense, so I have nothing to lose. It is remarkable how much Instagram has been a stumbling block to my creativity. I’ve given myself a heavy limit (I probably spend max 15 minutes most days on it), and it has felt like a breath of fresh air. It is a place for me to share my work. I don’t care about likes or numbers. I care about sharing what I love and telling stories.
Again, I’m making a slight pivot, that is more like a reversal. I’m walking right back to college. My skills are far better, but I need to play again. Experimentation is key, and at the heart of my work is a love for people and stories. Editorials are some of the best projects I have worked on, but right now I am at a point where I need to reacquaint myself with my imagination.
Every week I’m moving closer to where I should be. This week was a more significant week than others. And for that, I am thankful.