Back from vacation, where I was actually able to suborn the guilt of not taking photographs for the first week. It is always hard for me to go somewhere and not mediate it with a camera, I’m like a shop-a-holic, but my “purchases” are photographs. Since I usually shoot film, it’s always fun getting the processed stuff back. I am not entirely convinced that this is unhealthy either, this habitual analysis via a rectangle, but I do believe that taking time off from any “problem” does stimulate the soul. And as I have all the makings of a minor OCD with my photography, a forced rest is good.
That said, it is entirely overwhelming coming home and trying to figure out where to start with all the myriad projects I have awaiting: scanning, prints to make and send out for shows, zines to design, portfolios to print, clients to contact, submissions to make. At this point I most resemble the deer in headlights and procrastinate by reading all the blogs I haven’t read for the last two weeks.
Found this gem on A Photo a Day, about Alec Soth. Very reassuring to see he spent a few years in the hinterland, day-jobbing it by shooting ribbon cuttings and such, before the serendipitous attention of a collector pointed him in the direction of Sleeping by the Mississippi. Toby Jurovics, do you think you might stop by my atelier soon? Read the article here. Happy procrastinating!