Still on the Mission

If I'm ever going to truly make it as an artist, something has to change. With current commercial commitments until the end of 2014, making time to dedicate to my personal work always seems to fall to the bottom of the to-do list.

2013 could be the first in many year that I will not have at least one exhibition by the end of the calendar.

I realise it sounds odd to complain. Over the next couple months, my commercial work shall see me in seven more countries including China, Abu Dhabi, and Thailand. By all accounts, I suppose many photographers would consider travelling around the world from behind the camera as the ultimate success.

This may all be true, and to be honest, I would say I actually like most of my work and almost always find it quite rewarding on a personal level.

But still, I know that no matter how good I may become as a commercial photographer, how much money I stand to make, or how many stamps I get in my passport, no success can scratch the itch of simply wanting to express my own voice as an artist and to do something above and beyond what I am otherwise known for.

Bittersweet Sunday

As fate would have it, a random seed planted a couple years ago has chanced to sprout in Los Angeles, where I will be bound to the sun within 24 hours.

...and so begins the whirlwind.

Trips don't usually begin to seem real until I start trying to figure out what the hell will go in my suitcase. Having to give up an opportunity in Dubai last year because of an unexpected soccer injury reminds me that nothing is certain. Happily, however, the flip side to this fact, is that anything remains possible when you're open to it.

But wouldn't you know. The moment I begin to feel excited about the fact that I am actually going, I realize that I will go a full week without any of my current Daddy duties. One might easily make the argument that not starting your day by having your lips twisted or drool pooling in your ear would be a good thing.

But it's kinda' like going full frame: once you have it, I don't think you can ever go back. All the joys simply make all the lip twists and small sacrifices seem to evaporate.

It's somewhat of a personal revelation that I'm  more torn about leaving my daughter for a week, than I am excited about going on a new adventure on my own. From someone who's happily traveled alone so long, it's hard for me to believe that a force so strong has come along to change all that.

Miss her already.

Between Pablos

"It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child." - Picasso

"Amen:)" - Pacey

Anne Morris Waxes Poetic

            

           The Swan

                             Swift the passage of that proud grace,

that awesome wonder of triumph and tragedy

that ravages the tumultuous river of Time,

    

                              Cloaked in silken white,

pristine and pure,

velvet soft down masks her sinewy strength,   

merciless cruelty,  fierce courage,

                          

                              A juggernaut of lust and power,

inflicting  pain, enduring suffering,       

majestic in grace,

ravishing in beauty,

fearsome in savagery,

navigating chance currents,

treacheries unforeseen ,

terrors unknown,

In solitude she sails,

a prisoner,

locked within the inevitable flow of Time

                               that bears her to the sea,

Alone ,

the arch of her  neck regal and  proud,

she glides on and  ever on,          

until..........

opening her throat in the glory

of her one and final song ,

                                she's gone,

     vanishing forever

         in darkening waters,

                   descending night.



by Anne Morris

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AWE-SOME

                                            

Film. Fast Forward.

Considering how much has already been done in the art world, and especially photography, achieving anything truly original becomes more and more difficult. That said, it’s exciting to see how technology is affecting not only the way we create art, but how we show it.

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Because of the luxuries born from the digital revolution, people have become more inclined to experiment and take chances. I like to think that my work has never been done before, but when I search keywords like Impressionist Photography I can see similar work to my own beginning to pop up here and there.
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Though there are still no major photographers leading the way in this regard, the tide has started. Give it 5 to 10 years. Once photographers begin to really develop the style, I’m quite sure that observers and collectors alike will begin to see a real movement.
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Also, with the evolution of LCDs, flatscreens, and digital frames, I see unprecedented opportunities in regards to “moving” pictures. It becomes highly conceivable that an image which appears in the morning may then totally evolve into another image by the evening, though completely unperceivable to the human eye throughout the day.
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I mean, how cool would it be to wake up to one piece of art, and go to sleep to another?!
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Technologies and trends aside, ask me where I think I’ll be personally in 5 or 10 years, and I have learned better than to attempt an answer. Knowing me, I will have reinvented everything at least once or twice over, probably starting something new all over again.



New Work

Thanks for spreading the word: Prague.tv, Expats.cz, Co Kdy v Praze and Kudy z Nudy (that's "What and When in Prague" and "Escape from Boredom" according to Google Translate:). And then there's this. I wonder who I had to pay off to find myself here?

The Great Divide

It’s sad somehow to compare how much I used to write to how much I've written these past few years. Happily, I find solace in the fact that I have no better journal than my camera, and that what now seems like a huge gap in time, will one day be but another flash. Since last I dipped my pen in this ink, I have broken up, had 2 shows, gone to Indonesia, left Narodni, and moved into a new pad with my girlfriend and become a Father. To say things have changed since then would be an understatement. But then, there’s that one thing that remains. The Mission...