This past weekend, in Thomas, West Virginia, I strolled into Nellie Rose’s studio. On display is a series of original watercolors depicting the moon with various elements in a bright color palette. After dutifully scanning the wall of frames for several minutes, I leaned forward to read the title. I yelped, Janelle turned toward me and I wordlessly pointed to the typed words.
love is the necessary constant for all that unknown shit
Since signing up to sell my photography at a print fair, I’ve been laser focused on the distinctions between the Art and the personal, between Photographer and picture taker, between artist and archivist. I became entirely consumed with selling “my” “art” the “right” “way.” Literally………………….……….….who is that for? I didn’t sign up for this print fair just to question whether I’m Good Enough to be there. I felt/feel uncertain in my position as photographer and wavering on the idea of asking for literal money in exchange for my printed photos but (as you, dear reader, already know) this is A PAID NEWSLETTER where I feel excited and confident each week to share writing AND PHOTOGRAPHY in this little sliver of your inbox.
So, now I’ll pause these questions and insecurities for now and bring mySELF BACK BABY! Thank you, Nellie Rose, for reminding me that words are allowed to go alongside your art. That actually, I appreciate art that is personal as fuck. Instead of crossing my fingers that my photography might resonate with an unknown viewer, instead of letting go of my personal attachment to the moment captured, I’m going to include it. Scribble my memories and feelings on a little postcard to include with each print.
I intended to share examples here, but I didn’t. You’ll just have to come find me in Wilkinsburg this Saturday. See you there.
