“I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one. . . . Humans are caught—in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too—in a net of good and evil. . . . There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well—or ill?” ― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
01 March 2014
27 February 2014
23 February 2014
Responsibilities of the day-to-day keep me held captive in the city. The stresses of assignments and writing papers and studying and memorizing mathematical formulas leave me craving fresh air and still, quiet places. I was happy today to retreat to one of our many little islands. It was only for a little while, but it allowed me a moment to breathe. It also provided the occasion for some picture-taking (mostly with film, which I'll hopefully be processing this week). Ashley and Olivia were swathed in all the right colors for this monotone day.
21 January 2014
Really loving the bright colors of these Matisse paintings lately. I'd love to have a huge print of the first one on my wall someday. A perfect palette. And, it reminds me of warm, Spanish summer days – a feeling I miss more than just about anything.
Winter quarter is rolling along at a very slow speed so far. Despite taking sixteen credits, I haven't been very busy. It is nice in a way, but it's making me pretty lazy. I tend to work better under some pressure, but there has been very little if any at all over the past few weeks. So instead of being productive, I find myself watching one rerun after another of The Good Wife.
Man, I love that show.
01 January 2014
My To Do List for 2014
01. Finish my associates
02. Get accepted into one of my choice universities
03. Take a lot of photos and improve my photo skills
04. Complete the portrait series of my grandma
05. Get a show
07. Get rid of unnecessary possessions
10. Spend my 30th birthday somewhere new
29 December 2013
01 December 2013
29 October 2013
25 October 2013
16 October 2013
As I have been studying photography more, a serious desire to pursue photojournalism has taken root. But this desire has also been in a constant battle with my natural impulse to produce or mimic things that are visually pleasing and beautiful. I've felt at times that I have to choose between the two, and that it may be a struggle for me to give up control over the placement of my subject or let go of some element of direction, and yet still be able to make a beautiful photograph. So many photographers are able to do this, but the aesthetic I strive for, I fear, might be lost in the process.
Then I look at the work of Manuel and Lola Álvarez Bravos, who managed to do both so beautifully and seamlessly. Their photographs have such a similar point of view, it's hard sometimes to differentiate between the creators and their creations. Neither of them are necessarily considered photojournalists, but often their images have similar characteristics. What they accomplished is so much like what I hope to be capable of myself. They each took beautiful photos that are staged and arranged, but also ones that are documentary, that they happened to capture during a precise moment or event. Some, like the last one by Manuel, are hard to look at, but they stir emotion and are a testimony to something that happened – something that people should know about. And despite the differences in circumstance and either lack or control of direction, their photos maintain a cohesiveness; a seamless collection with a singular voice. They're beautiful and inspiring.
A lofty goal perhaps, but I really hope to achieve this in my picture making someday. I want to take photos that are beautiful, but not just artistically. I want them to carry a message, share a story or communicate an issue that needs attention. I want my photos not only to mean something, but to do something.