This winter I have been mostly hiding out in my attic studio working on the nuts and bolts of my photography practice. Culling through thousands of photographs to find the handful of gems that make my heart sing, ruthlessly deleting the images that don’t work and weigh me down like too much clutter. I’m also busy backing up folders to the cloud, editing, tweaking, printing, grouping collections, cleaning up my website, polishing my CV. I have lists taped to the walls near my desk, and I dutifully cross off each task, as I do the important behind the-scenes work that is so essential to who I am as an artist.
I’ve been writing a lot too. Morning pages, inspired by Julia Cameron’s book The Artist Way, and also jotting down possible titles or series ideas as they come to me throughout the day. I try to go everywhere with a pencil and paper handy. Ideas are flying in and out so quickly. It’s been a fertile phase, this solo time. Foundational and fortifying, and perfectly timed for the cold, grey months. I feel in sync with the seasons and with the rhythms of my work.
I have so many ideas rattling around in my brain and lots of new work that’s lighting me up, but the two aren’t synthesized fully yet. The ideas and the images are still getting to know one another. They’ve only just met, after all. So, I’ll share a few photographs that I am dancing
I hope you too can find a period of time to clean and cull, write and gestate with your ideas. I am so grateful that I have had this time.