I feel as though lately I come to my desk to write, and my mind goes blank. Consequently, I’ll put writing on my to-do list, and avoid it all day because I worry I won’t find the words to flow. I sense struggle. I fear the blankness.
As an artist, my work takes many forms. Writing is one of them. I have always been a writer. From the time I was young I would dive into piles of books in my bedroom and not dig myself out for hours. My mother would wonder where I was; I would be soaking in sentence after sentence and formulating a writing style of my own. My writings are all over countless notebooks, journals, post-it’s, book margins, bar napkins and word docs. I have been reading and writing for as long as I can remember. And as long as I can remember, this form of self expression has been a beautiful outlet for self exploration. I have lost myself in writing. Found myself. And discovered new parts of myself I could have never seen before I wrote it down…
So to take this extension of myself and apply it to my business, has been an exciting and daunting challenge. There are fantastically successful photographers who don’t write at all. Then there are some photographers who are ridiculously successful because of their writing. Somewhere in between sounds good to me. But, this blankness still comes back to loom. This struggle keeps slipping itself around. The flow continues to get flustered.
A beautiful writer quoted Jorge Luis Borges recently when he said, ‘writing is nothing more than a guided dream.’ So I’ll continue dreaming for now, with hope that my guidance develops in wisdom as I continue to create words, create with words and word my creations.
Today though, I think I’ll just go shoot.
thanks to my awesome assistant and intern, Aubrey, for this killer shot. your vision inspires me.