Only God will judge the con-sequence.
Tonight I exist in the quiet. In the shadows.
Chasing light until the morning. I’ll never understand it, I’ll only abandon it.
My will to be present and stay in the 18% grey.
(That’s a photography reference) I think it’s also a character description.
The duality of the mind. I want to be good, but I want to be bad. I want to be praised, but I want what I want. This prompts external expressions like “playing the field” You should do that. Be flexible. Try new things. Choose your shoes. Kick in them. Dance it up.
I encourage it. Try it with scissors. It’s the same thing. It’s never a good night until you push….something.
The problem is, that we don’t know what we don’t know, and we perceive what we think we do, based on our learned personal experience.
Individually not Mutually
We make mistakes with that personal understanding. That makes two of us.
I love making mistakes. Do you?
I’m choosing to. The game has changed. Willfully. It’s liberating to do grey things.
Every picture ever taken was prompted by a question. That question, is what is this evidence of? What does it say? What does it want to say?
Every single one of my images have 3 very specific characteristics . Every-single-one.
I will expose it how I want it. Sometimes this is dark. It’s my style. I’ve looked darkness in the eyes, it’s not so scary. It’s frightened actually. Beauty is found in the shadows of things. Light is given, light is taken.
I will compose it how I want it. This is to influence how you see the image. The story of the structures and lines. I am scary obsessed with composition and minimalism. I want you to see what I want you to see. Then, find your own understanding. Perhaps I’ll post some examples of this.
I will choose the timing of when I share that photograph. Sometimes this will be yrs. That’s because timing is everything.
Interesting, that when I read that back to myself, it sounds like a recipe for a really bad marriage.
I jest.
What it sounds like is an image maker obsessed with His image.
Full confession, I am very image conscious. What that means has certainly changed over the years. I’ve changed. I will change again.
That’s called adaptation. This is another talent of mine. I’m also very uniquely sensitive. Just like you are.
One must not confuse adaptation with flexibility, however.
Flexibility is bending to an outside force. Adapting, is internal to external. We want and need the pressure.
The problem with being a very sensitive, empathetic, talented adaptor, is that one ends up being an easy target for manipulation. Knowingly and unknowingly.
This can actually become an unhealthy co-dependent relationship. Sometimes intentionally, willfully, sometimes not. Especially if it’s a family member, or lover. That depends on what the manipulator wants or needs, and who needs the dopamine.
Gaslighting happens internally and eternally at the same time. It doesn’t happen otherwise.
Stop playing the game, speak truth, and it’s amazing how quick questions come quickly, yet arrive so slowly. It’s perplexing.
That’s why a strong identity is vital to the photograph. To the photographer. I have questions.
I’m curious about something.
What’s in the shadows?
What do you do when there’s nothing left to impress?
