Recently, I was in a conversation about how critical I can be of my own work. How rarely there’s an image I make that I’m truly excited about. I’m pretty sure this is how many/most photographers or creatives feel about what they make. Definitely don’t think this is unique to me.
Not sure if this is a healthy check of myself or self-sabotaging or just experience or feeling too comfortable and not pushing myself enough anymore or that indescribable knowingness when something just feels right and it’s meant to be rare. I certainly don’t have the answer.
But I do think it’s worth taking stock of the hundreds (maybe thousands) of photos I’ve made this year for myself and clients to see if anything stood out to me.
I try to do this on occasion, sometimes it leads to a new direction in my work or a new series or just some random insight into my state of mind or where I might need to be heading.
This one kept popping back up…will it stand the test of time? I have no idea. But, I like the softness, the subtlety, the quiet energy.