I have been thinking about my work for quite some time. Actually, I think about it all the time except when I am in the process of doing it. I’ve been wanting to push the boundary of what I do. I am one who lets it happen naturally. I can’t force things to happen. I think about the photographers I admire. I think about my youth and my place in the world. I think about the writing I obsessively did amongst the nervous energy I had and never seemed to find a release.
For some reason the word “poeticism” seems to rise up from the nether reaches of my brain. I’m not sure where I am going with this yet. While I am on the street, I mingle with the dirt and smell of humanity. It is here I am one with it. From above, I feel free from the constraint of the ground. I feel that all I need is light and form. Sometimes just the light is enough. Having seen the film “Manhatta” again, after so much time, got me to thinking.
Well, enough rambling for now. Enough thinking. Let me continue on my path. It’ll let me know where I am ….. eventually.