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16
Jul
10

chasing the unknown

I am in love with the process of making art. I come up with a process without knowing what will to come out of it. At times, it’s a game – stacking as many variables or complications as I can, wondering what will happen at the end of it. Will be be good? Will it be a disaster? Either outcome is *interesting.* Either way, I’ve learned something. The final piece is incidental. It’s an artifact of a conceptual process. So far, I’ve happily embraced this concept.

Then, something happened. I started working on Syzygryd. The look of the piece is pretty much fixed. Instead of knowing the process and working with it until something interesting falls out, I’m working towards a very specific endpoint. The method of getting to that endpoint is what’s undefined. The path is what needs to be figured out. And it doesn’t really matter what that path is, as long as it works. After diving into Solidworks (CAD software) and that sketchy space between CAD and reality, I remembered the divine thrill of necessity-driven quick learning. With the dusty deadline coming closer, there’s no time to wait until I’m fluent in the software. No second-guessing. No space to feel like I should hand this task off to someone more competent. There are no experts – no one’s ever built Syzygryd before. This is at once reassuring and terrifying.

I used to cling to the belief that if I knew the outcome, I wasn’t interested. What I’m learning is that the path to a known end can be just as fascinating as the exploring a fixed path to an unknown end.

Once Syzygryd is done, and I’ve washed off the (nimby or playa) dust, I’ll try adopting a similar technique photographically. I can’t wait to see what happens.

20
Jul
09

trusting my instincts

I finally turned off the automatic preview on my digital SLR. It was crippling me, and I didn’t realize it. The photos are better now. At least, to my eyes.

I’ve been photographing on film longer than I’ve known how to read or write. Expressing myself in English feels so clunky compared to what I can do with a camera. I suppose that’s my way of apologizing for the possible sloppiness of the words to follow. I’ve been using the delete key far too much in this blog post. That relates very much to the concept I’ll eventually get to.

I hate certain aspects of digital. Instant gratification is great. The ability to review what was just done and use that information to adapt is wonderful. In theory.

For me, photography has always been about the quickness of the mind, creating an image in a thin slice of time. Once the shutter goes, it’s permanent. Sure, I can manipulate the image later, but I can only really refine what was done when the photons hit the film.

The lesson of painting class was that I am not a painter. As long as I could continue fucking with the image, I would do so. It would turn to mud. The turning point happened when I struggled with a still life for weeks. There were points in time when it was good, but it wasn’t quite what I wanted. It was imperfect, and maybe, just maybe, if I pushed some more paint around, it would get better. In a fit of frustration, I pulled out my camera, photographed the still life and ran off to the darkroom. I glued the photo onto the canvas, sloppily dripped some paint on it, kicked it around on the floor of the studio, and called it done. My professor responded better to that painting than anything else I’d done that semester.

I know my tendency to get caught up in analyzation. This doesn’t work when using film. It doesn’t work with anything really, it’s just easier to pretend in some other contexts. Film camera in hand, I need to trust that I know what I’m doing, so I do. By the time I can check up on it, that moment is long gone.

And there’s the danger with digital. When the LCD screen flashes the photo before I can move the camera away from my face, I look at it. I break my connection with what I’m photographing. I am no longer creating – I’ve switched into analyzation mode. It may only be for a second, but reestablishing a connection takes longer than that.

At Sand by the Ton, I caught myself compulsively looking at the screen as trapeze dancers performed above my head. What? With something so dynamic, what information could I possibly gain by staring at a little screen? The time for review is later. It’s like trying to run while watching your feet. I looked away from the performers for a few moments more. The preview had to die, immediately.

The first few shots after that were kind of scary. What if something was set wrong? What if I could make it better somehow? To comfort the screaming, insecure thing in my head, I grabbed the familiar Contax film SLR that hung by my right hand. Oh right, I do this all the time. Shut up screaming thing.




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