I can't paint or draw to save my life. For as long as I can remember (about 48 years!) I have tried and tried to bring what I see in my head to life in my photos. There is something interesting to me in the shapes and the mood of taking a shot that conveys a deeper meaning through a blurry lens.
Some people won't like this, but some will. That is really okay with me. These days, I don't pick my camera up for 'money' anymore...I just do what I like and if the image means something to you, then you like it.
To me the art is bringing to life what I see and I think of the world. Even though some may see me as an outgoing person who loves fun, I never truly felt like I fit in. I am passionate about patterns and flows of points that actually connect and maybe this is my way of trying to become relevant and finding meaning.
In the last week or so since I lost my best friend (besides my wife, Em) who has been by my side for almost 14 years, I have been thinking deeply about life. Zoe was a fine pup. There is something downright unsettling about making a decision to end a life even if its the right thing to do.
I wish I could have blurred that memory from my mind a bit more. Everything happens for a reason, I suppose, but I would have preferred to make my own decision to snap that shutter button in F22 and 1/25th of a second.