I’m self taught.
Yet, I have the audacity to call myself a photographer.
I started from the bottom. Mom’s old film camera and B&W film and things in the backyard. When things went digital I experimented with the things she taught me using an entry level digital camera. It was like going back to class—which is a funny story. The primer she gave me over the years was so thorough that I was summarily booted from one intro class. I already knew the material inside and out. Unfortunately, the class I needed was two hundred dollars above my pay grade.
So I turned to books, articles, and the good old street beat. From instant Polaroid, to Kodak point and shoot, to now, I’ve gone from simply trying to catch what is in front of me to actively trying to blur the line between record and art.
But it didn’t happen overnight. I had to start somewhere.
Pain, Fever Dream…
It’s 3:10 AM. I lay down in the evening thinking that I was going to be out a mere half hour but the next thing I knew I’m waking up to the same pain I fell asleep to. I’ve slept through my meds, and the only reason my temperature is as low as it is sits in my grade fridge—a high quinine rasberry-cranberry tonic water I mixed myself.
…different reason. I like the bitter bite of tonic.
I woke with pain a few hits minutes ago. My pills are hours late.
I hope I don’t oversleep…
I have serious trouble detecting sarcasm in written word. As a result I tend to use the emoticons/emoji in written communications when I engage. It makes conveying tone in text difficult. Studies—albeit small ones—have shown that ending a sentence with a period conveys a hostile tone—something I rarely intend to do.
My “proper” structure, therefore, comes across as hostile without meaning to.
I therefore use emoticons/emoji to ensure that the proper tone comes through in my written text. But I have received push back for this as well. I was dismissed as “just some memeing girl.”
There are several things wrong with that statement but that’s for another time.
If anyone has a problem with this, it’s on them… Not me. I know me weaknesses. I know how to compensate.