Finals

This semester has flown by and I haven't had much time to do anything except work, work, work. Sadly, my blog fell by the wayside. So, tonight, as I looked toward my computer from the middle of a pile of books, pencil firmly gripped between teeth, I decided to take a small break in order to report on the mass hysteria that has transposed in my life.

This semester, above all, has taught me that there is indeed more to life than photography. How is that? I am in a photography program and steeped up to my knees in every kind of image imaginable, but I feel further away from the medium than I did coming into the program. I think this has to do with two very strong factors from my life; 1. I was an actual working photographer before I came into this program and 2. I was only working in images I made "through the lens". Both of these factors have changed in my life. I am no longer a working photographer and I am not making images traditionally "through the lens". I feel like the artist I was when I left my undergrad program. This may seem like a step backwards, however, I have never felt more in touch with my original goals as an artist. This excites me and scares me. I am excited to be finally fulfilling a desire I have had for many years to further my education in the arts and I am scared because I think this might make me less employable than ever. Employ-ability aside, I am glad to have stepped out of the proverbial box I was in while living in San Francisco.

Things to do:

Write paper on photography's relationship to painting

Create a stereographic image for digital design class

Put together a presentation on the database

Attempt to wrap up my critique work for this semester (I will be posting some images during break)