It is interesting to have a glimpse into the life and thinking of a 17 year old young man these days. So much going on, so many possibilities. Like you, I was fascinated with art at a young age, 6 to exact. I wanted to work at Disney Studios and draw Bambi. As I grew older, I wanted to be a painter. I studied French and wanted to move to Paris. None of it was within my grasp, as I had little aptitude for painting, and art classes in my high school were treated largely as means to escape study hall. My poor art teacher was mostly a baby sitter. But she nurtured me as best she could. And against the advice of my guidance counselor, I pursued art studies. It appalled the counselor, since I was in the top of my class and should be pursuing engineering like my father or medicine or law…Any thing but art. He said art was for the dummies. Even I had doubts. What would I do as a painter? I slacked in French studies, so the dream of Paris was just that. So graphic design became a good alternative. Art with job possibilities. It was a good choice for me and gave me the foundation and discipline that is with me to this day. And it introduced me to the camera. And eventually Paris.
During the past year I helped my friend Richard produce a show of his work for exhibition in December in downtown Seattle. He created iPad drawings and it was my task to be the technical support to move the images from his device to ink on paper. It was a lot of fun, I learned a lot and I simply enjoyed the process of making art. After every session we would head off to a local Mexican restaurant, where Richard always got the same thing for lunch. Cheese enchiladas with verde sauce. We would talk and carry on discuss all the serious topics of the day…or not. I guess it was the camaraderie that was special to me. Simply enjoying the company of a fellow artist and good friend.
I did a photo shoot this past with a high end real estate stager. I have known him for some time and he owns a ton of my prints that he uses in his staging projects. But we had never directly worked together. So we are giving it a whirl. It is more like editorial, or catalog photography than real estate. Showing off the elements of design mostly. And mostly more fun too. Looking for interesting imagery instead of trying to figure out how to make a photo of the messy laundry room.
But then I get on location. This $7mil house is already sold and we have to document it before the move out. Fairly straight forward project I was actually looking forward to. Except when I notice that my main camera battery is very low. No problem, I will grab the spare. But the spare isn’t in the bag. I look at my second camera. The battery is low too…oh shit, and I start to sweat. I am half an hour from my studio, so no running there to grab the spare… I go great… New client, first project and I could go dead in the water… I start sweating more. Of course that could have something to do with the fire place roaring and me wearing a wool sweater. But I don’t panic, I know these batteries have long charges. So I just have to get to work and trust everything will be fine, don’t think about it… Worse case scenario, if both batteries died on me, I can play the Prima Dona card and say We’re Done Here… And not let on. I get on with things. Eventually the main camera battery begins to blink..death is imminent. I am maybe 2/3rds done. At that point the real estate agent for the property asks how much longer? My client leaves for a dental appointment, leaving me with his assistant. I say maybe half an hour. I stop sweating, knowing I am good, even if we left at that moment. Battery dies. I pull the battery from camera two and keep on rolling. I finish up with power to spare. I dodged a bullet. In the old days, I would have had an assistant and sent them back to my studio for the spare battery that is normally with me. But now I have to work mostly alone and have to think on my feet. And trust that whatever I do, it will most likely be fine. But sometimes I think it is good when you have to sweat things out. Makes you work at it harder. And next time I won’t forget the spare batteries.
Sounds like a goofy event, but then such things always are. The closest thing I have ever done to a gig like that was a recognition conference for WaMu back in 06 I think. It was awful and the only job I ever got fired from. But then I wanted to be fired. Oddly enough, I got canned for being too slow… But the WaMu big kahunas were slime balls. You may recall that WaMu or Washington Mutual was the largest bank failure in US history in 2008, and the leader in sub prime loans and the biggest cause of the recession. They took a lot of folks down with them and the slime balls only got a wrist slapping. Even though the gig was in Hawaii, I spend most of my time in a windowless room staring at a computer monitor, dolling my prom pictures. I felt slimy because I was even part of the gignormous waste of corporate excess. At one of the talks, the head slime ball welcome the crowd to the big auditorium so they could cover the business portion of the event…as he raised his arms to insert the air quotes… He said he would be brief, so they could go swim with the dolphins. I had a huge fight with the guy who hired/fired me over fees. Fortunately I still had my rep to mediate. The thought of it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Not because I got fired, but rather I got a first hand look at the coming storm but had no idea the damage these guys were about to cause. Where’s that way back machine when you need it?
My big event for the day is a Google headshot. And then a massage. Still working on getting sprained ankle back to more or less normal. I have a couple Google gigs this week, which means I officially am having a busy week. Insert air quotes here… Then off to swim with dolphins later, then maybe another massage…
Either of those days work for me. Lunch would be good too, lots of spots nearby. And then yes, we can dive into my archives. Sorry if I seem to be making a big deal about all this, but I guess it is a big deal. It seems like a mountain of stuff to go through and deal with. And that is just the physical part. Then there is the will thing and all it’s language. And I suppose in the back of my brain is the nagging thought that I am letting it all go. It’s funny, it is easy for me to let go of money or furniture or cameras, but it is harder than I thought to let go of my work. I suppose I will get over it, but perhaps it is the main reason I have been quietly dragging my feet.
I lived at Park Vista from 1994 to 2001. My first go around with home ownership. It was a very nice place to live, with mostly nice neighbors. I had a great view of the court yard and park. It was almost a “I could live here forever” place. And for many of of the residents, it was. I did this little photo project in 2000 to record the people who lived there at the time. I think I managed to photograph at two thirds of the folks living there at the time. Most them are gone now. But for what it is worth, I have these images of my neighbors at a moment in time.
Thank you for the nice little note. Made me feel good. And I appreciate it. I was a little concerned when I was putting all those prints together to send out that I might look like I was dumping stuff on you all. Just cleaning out my drawers. I have so much, I just wanted to share. And I have sooo much more. It has become this big job now to organize it somehow and be sure things are identified and put in order of some kind. There are major piles of things to deal with. As overwhelming as it feel sometimes, I feel, none the less lucky to have had such nice life in the world of photography. It is not an industry that many folks get to succeed at. And yet I have. And you are right, we all have, in our own ways. I am very busy right now with making head shot of folks from Google. Simple job, but I get to meet cool people. Last week I was working with a gentleman of French/Canadian/Lebanese descent and we got to talking about Paris. It started when he was saying about how he didn’t like having his picture made and that he had lost his hair, he is 35, and was much better looking when he was young. I told him to hold that thought for another 30 years and then he could reassess how he looks now. I said I always did pictures of myself, regardless of how I think I look, that I want the record. I know my attitude will soften over time. I showed him a photo of me I made in Paris in the spring of 1999. That lead to talking about working there, being there. I mention you and that you had offered me tickets to the French Open tournament that was going on at the time I was there. I told him I said I was too busy and passed. He looked at me incredulously and said “you passed up tickets to Roland Garros???”. When you are young you think there will be another opportunity. Not always. That still haunts me.
Ok, it’s a new year, with new things to look forward to. And yet many years behind me to think about as well. I am feeling increasingly old was of late. And I wonder, at the risk of sounding like a Talking Heads song, how did I get here? What I once thought to be my strengths, now seem to be forgotten crafts. Swept away by technology. And yet because of technology I make this quiet little image, to mark this moment. Something to remind me once in awhile to enjoy the ride, you only get one turn at this stuff.
I thought I would go ahead and send you this letter I wrote for your son. I hope it does him some good. Carter proofed it and and found a typo, but missed at least one other. I am so bad at typos, and awkward sentences, or misuse or lack of proper use of punctuation. But then I never claimed to be a writer. I like the stream of consciousness style of writing myself. My photography is like that too. It seems whenever I put too much thought into something, I ultimately strip the life out of it. Maybe that’s why I was never a very good designer. It requires too much thought.
I am reading a book now by Donald Hall called “Unpacking the Boxes”. A year or so ago I was at the U bookstore, looking for something to read, something simple and on the short side. I was drawn to the cover of a book call “Essays After Eighty”, also by Donald Hall. The cover was a close up photo of his face. And a very nice photo too. It is a very short book, but a very pleasant read. I didn’t know he was the Poet Laureate in 2006, but it was fascinating to read his thoughts about his life in poetry. I haven’t read any of his poetry yet, but I find his little stories to be very compelling. And the fact that they are more or less true ( I suppose they could be embellished) makes them a good read for me.
I broke down and got a new iPhone. I was drooling over the new camera. And after a day of iPhone hell, trying to set it up, a nice man at the Apple store spent an hour with me on Saturday and got me up and running again. I really like the camera. And of course my goofy apps.