Editorial : Questioning Style
A couple of months ago I answered an open call for photos for a contest. After looking at many of the entries online I wondered if I should even enter. I didn't have any doubt that my photos are good, rather that perhaps they didn't fit a certain aesthetic style that was more likely to win these kind of contests. Clearly I was right, because I didn't win the contest. I'm OK with that because I entered the contest to get my work out in front of the public. There were very good works submitted, and I knew it was going to be an uphill battle against such talented competition.
There are two things that concern me with this loss. One, the winner's work. While interesting, I found MUCH better work than that of the eventual winner. Not to sound like sour grapes, but the work that won is frankly boring. It is visually interesting at first, but the novelty quickly fades leaving nothing, not even an aftertaste. Which makes me wonder if this is what art has become. Because in my last trip to the museum I looked at some works that were also devoid of any context, emotion, or aesthetic beauty. I believe that art can still survive without being "beautiful" or having a context. But what it CAN'T be devoid of is emotion. Art is about the reaction. When I see the winner's photos I feel as blank as the photos that inspired that emotional void.
This brings me to my second concern. If the winner's work was found to have something that was "better" than my work, what does that say about my work? Does it mean that my work is devoid of context, emotion and aesthetic beauty? Hitting the trifecta of negatives made me question my editorial style, and my skills. You see, my work is 99.99% of the time not a work of setting a scene. I walk around, see something I find beautiful and take a picture of it. Recording that beauty, that moment, as I see it. I don't set-up my photos. I don't linger in a place for days, and weeks (like the winner stated in her bio). My interaction with what I photograph lasts for 30 seconds or less. Most of the time FAR less than 30 seconds. This "loss" is making me wonder not only about that technique, but of my whole editorial style. It's how I see the world, so even if I wanted to change it I'm not sure that I wouldn't revert to that style anyways.
And so I sit here at my desk writing this wondering what I should do. What should I do to get my work "out there." Nothing I've tried has worked (with my photograph and my personal life). I'm stuck. Which goes, as I kinda stated before, for my personal life. I was on one of those online dating sites, hoping to find what I can't find in real life. After giving it a try for a few months I've come up empty. The women I've written have either not answered or have written back to say thanks but no thanks. I ask myself why I put myself through this kind of torture when the outcome is ALWAYS the same. I've tried to be the optimist and give this thing another try, and another, and yet another. Until now I always had a little bit of optimism left over. This time, I'm pretty sure that no amount of optimism is ever going to be fulfilled with me finding someone. I'm doomed to be alone for the rest of my life. I'm OK with that as long as I know that's what it's going to be. Now that I do, I've resolved myself to just go on by myself. As with my photography, I'm just not what "they" are looking for. And in that sense my photography is a perfect representation of who I am. That makes me happy. Because what I am is unappreciated. I have found that I'm only appreciated once I'm gone. I sneak into lives, become part of the background, yet not expendable. Once I'm no longer there THAT's when I'm appreciated. Sad. Which means that some day in the future someone will be reading this saying something like, "Wow, no one 'got' his work back then." I appreciate those that do, more than I can say.
I will modify my style, adding elements I find pleasing, but I know that my work will remain in the same vein. And it will remain unappreciated by the majority of people, until I'm no longer here. Then suddenly I won't be so unappreciated. The same will be applicable to me as well. Too bad.