Pulling one out of the archives today guys. It happens from time to time. I’ll be looking through an older shoot and come across an image I had written off only to see it completely different than I did before.
Normally pulling old work is something I stay far away from, but I also love the idea that as I grow so grows my perception of my work. It’s almost like going back in time and talking to your former self about what he should do next. Maybe that doesn’t make a lot of sense but I don’t know how else to describe it. That’s why I go through old images every six months or so. I guess you could say I use it as a bit of a reference point to see where I am versus where I was, as well as who I am compared to who I was. My memories are very strongly linked to what I’ve seen. If I’m going to remember a conversation I’ve had, I first have to recall what it looked like where I was. So when I do this I can remember exactly what was going on in my head and around me during the shot. The smell of the impending rain mixed with the scent of the horses 200 feet from the recently harvested vineyard where the shot was taken. The red truck we used to power the lights, and the single strobe balancing act that it took to light this the way I wanted it while everyone scrambled to pack up the gear. I remember the makeup artist’s yellow pants, and the debate with the bartender about whether or not the place was haunted.
Basically, if I were blind I have no idea how I would remember anything that happened to me.
Anyway, I’m done rambling. There’s an article left to be written and sleep to be had.
See you tomorrow,