I have had a passion for photography for several years, and had taken quite a shine to event photography, covering most music events that happened in the area. After having a long and prosperous career in hospitality, I figured this was a way to go – following my passion. I thought that by studying photomedia, I’d learn “the art” of photography. So I enrolled at uni.
This was a great move. I got to be around others also passionate about photography. I got exposed to many more photographers work and inspiration flowed. Then it hit me.
Theory. I confess I am not an academic. I am much more a “do-er” than a thinker. And here I was in a theory class. Take an image, examine it. See what this person wrote? 67 pages on the one image. Now, go take “meaningful” photos.
What happened? I froze up. I couldn’t shoot. Correction: I could shoot, but I couldn’t think. When I did think, I thought “what does this mean? It’s crap. This photo is crap. It doesn’t have enough meaning.
So I dropped out. I couldn’t complete my assignments, as I couldn’t shoot. I couldn’t create “meaning”. Retrospectively I see this is a little silly. Constructing meaning is easy. It’s making it “meaningful” to others that’s a little tricky. Actually, no, thats not entirely true. Others will construct a meaning of their own. You don’t even have to wirte a single word.
But, for me, all I had to do was shoot. So I did. I’d shoot. I’d shoot at day. I’d shoot at night. I’d shoot randomly over my shoulder, not caring for focus or frame or figure. And they are some of my best photos. The mistakes we make can be the most precious things of all.
I’ll post some soon, and revisit this post to show you a couple.