I saw that a photographer I know recently asked of other photographers, in an apparent moment of existential angst, “So I want to ask why you all do it? What is your reason? What keeps you going? Especially you old timers. There are days that I think I could never pick up the camera again and shoot another show, but I love it so much sometimes!”
Anyone who’s ever been serious about their work feels this way at some point. Sometimes, an artist doesn’t know where to begin-or how to kep going. Expectations- perceived and actual; and/or demands from editors and other pissy types, all too often, compel one to struggle in vain for a clean linear line at the expense of the story’s soul.
Sometimes life just piles up or, flat out sucks, depriving one of inspiration.
Sometimes there is nothing one can do but prostrate oneself at the foot of the masters and beg for wisdom. Let the old ones break trail and lead for a time while praying to the Gods you can’t believe in that that they might instill some hope in your stony barren soul.
“Without a mystical element is there a single great picture, a single great poem or — even — a single great social movement?” Marc Chagall
A child has no trouble believing the unbelievable, nor does the genius or the madman. It’s only you and I, with our big brains and our tiny hearts, who doubt and overthink and hesitate. Steven Pressfield
“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” Henri Matisse
It must be good to die in the knowledge that one has done some truthful work….Vincent Van Gogh.
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between. Diane Ackerman