Monday, 21 March 2016



I always feel a fraud calling myself an artist or photographer.  I've always felt it and sometimes I wonder if that feeling will ever go away.  If 'artist' or 'photographer' will ever roll off my tongue without a second thought; without a need to qualify it in some way.

And then I read this and it kind of shifted my perspective:

When I was a young man, a person that I respected told me that I was an artist.  It was one of the worst things that could have happened to me.  I stopped walking into museums or galleries with a sense of awe.  I walked in feeling like an 'artist'.  My arms would be crossed.  If I liked a piece, it was 'good'.  If I didn't like a piece, it was 'bad'.  I didn't feel vulnerable anymore. I lost my humility.  And that's when growth stops.*

Vulnerability sucks.  But then it kind of rocks too.

*  from the very brilliant Humans of New York website.

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