Here I sit at my desk, my anvil for all creations, with a new Sony camera, fully charged and ready to go. I am not a photographer, but an artist. Of course, human as I am, naive and ignorant to things I don’t know, there is much uncertainty as to what it is I can even do with a camera, or photography as an art form. In many cases, this may be an excuse not to do anything at all. It certainly is easier to never do things we don’t know how to do. However, artist as I am, excited and faithful in all things creative, I am full of visions of possibilities and ambitions. Images of ravens unaware blinking in the rain. Images of clouds captured into deep haze of fog. Images of kids full of energy and creativity, creating with determination and smiles at Do Art’s art workshops.
All equally impossible to execute as they are possible. I am reminded by doubt that photography is not my so called ‘art form.’ This doubt is then combated with faith that creation is creation, and all art is akin to all art.
‘I am amazing. I am creative. I am an Artist,’ I repeat to myself, utilizing the Do Art Mantra for additional creative reinforcement.
I have always thought that so long as an art form or media required a creative decision, as an artist, I could not only do it, but had faith in myself I could make it my own. This may be some talk, yet without the walk, however, I wanted to capture this feeling of hesitancy–this wrestling with the angel–the uncomfortable tension of inspiration–this feeling that I’m feeling. I wanted to capture it like an image–like all feelings it is poetry–like all art forms its value is in the projection and interpretation of whatever it is you express.
I am amazing.
I am creative.
I am an artist…
Time to bundle up and go take pictures of the ice.
