This week has either been relentless or my spirit begins to weaken. It could be a combination of the two. Rest was an absent friend last week and I fear I may be burned at both ends and in this analogy I may be the candle or a film strip suffering from freak dual exposure. As is often the case in the life of a person who has made making things (often intangible things) their pleasure and their business, it’s either the dearthful, barren in-between lands wherein nothing is happening or it’s everything everywhere all at once.
For no healthy reason, the deliberate optioning of “down-time” in whichever of these two, utterly discrete situations one might find themselves feels like anathema to the creative self. It feels sinful and full of sin. The directly apposite opposite of the axiom may in fact be true then, that for the wicked there is too much, nay an abundance of rest. I need to lie down in a dark room and not talk to anyone for a minute.
If you’re reading this as it goes live there is a solid chance that we are in the studio and indeed in the midst of February’s FOTO FOLIO. These workshops initially came about because because neither me nor my camera particularly like the rain and October through April is generally cursed with regards to photo walks in the out of doors. Actually, I say that my camera dislikes getting wet but in actuality it’s most likely weather sealed. I however, am not and that would be my point if it had not already been made by The Schneider. Whatever. A wet model hiding under an umbrella is a very specific shot and not necessarily the stuff afternoons are made of, hence we decided to move the party indoors during the late autumn/winter/spring months.
they provide incredible value for an afternoon that tends to be as instructive as it is productive
