So if you know anything about me…I like trying shyt. I hop onto new interest every so often and just run with it.
Before I was doing photos I was a graphic designer for a magazine. Before that I was studying studio engineering and making beats. Once upon a time I was a painter (not works of art but houses and apartments in Ohio). I entered college wanting a psych degree, I added on marketing before I dropped all that for digital, and somewhere in there I became a licensed bartender. I wanted to be a certified massage therapist too but I gotta wait on that cause that’s like a whole curriculum kind of thing. When I got my bartender license I already knew what my next thing was going to be and I even said the time I was going to do it but I don’t think folks really believed. Now is the year that I said I would do it and I’m absolutely prepared to get this done on time. I’m going to know how to fly a plane by 25.
Extremely weird for me because if you know me you know I’m a straight up “land lubber”. I can’t swim, I stay away from the notion so seriously that I don’t even take baths, I just shower. (joke though serious). As far as the air goes, I haven’t touched a plane in forever. Last trip I took out of country was when I went to Trinidad, and that was either in 1995 or when I was 5. I don’t remember. Either way, I’m taking a huge leap here but I can’t wait to do it.
Fabrics together for this alternative sculpture class…the way it works is I create a shape that I sew together and then hang it upside down in this contraption and pour cement in it. As it starts to harden I wrap strings around it to kinda shape it in the fabric and once the cement hardens, I cut the fabric and voila, I have some weird shaped sculpture.
So here’s what happens when I hear that…and I kinda hear it often..especially lately.
First thing I’m offended. Instantly. The rebel side of me sees myself being labeled and mentally I’m like, “MAN WTF YOU DON’T KNOW ME!”
Then I gotta think a little more….Guess they’re right. It’s probably the flannel and fingerless gloves…not like it’s a uniform but I guess it is pretty stereotypical…I still have the squint look but…at least I’ve identified where the assumption came from…
Then the final thoughts hit me: I am a photographer. WTF am I really mad at? Can I complain about a correct label? I’m perfectly happy with what I do and I perfectly fine with how I dress and look, so what am I squinting for? I guess it makes me feel uneasy to seem that “categorized”, but I don’t know how I would feel if I said I was a photographer and everybody said, I don’t see it. And on top of that it’s not like in one look over I just got my whole being summed up. I’m much more than shutter speeds and tripods. I should see it as a walking advertisement that makes it easier for me to approach models.
But I think I’mma rock a shirt that says I actually play basketball anyway.