So I'm one of those depressed types. Before my exhibition I was quite low. Why in gods name would anyone want to see my work? Despite the success I was low about my book for the same reasons. Despite all that its very easy to feel low about my work. But is strange. My work has both inspired and moved people. Is depression a key factor? Does it make me strive to do better and go so far simply because I feel its not that good?
Most of all though where is all this coming from? It doesn't seem logical or possible. Why is it that I can be out and suddenly go from depressed to capturing something beautiful in a few seconds? Why do I see the world this way? Why do I see it as this amazing place with fantastic light to play with and yet feel so down? Its fustrating as hell. A classic time would be when I was at Creamfields. I bumped into these two stunning girls, flirted a bit as I often do and got some fun photos of them. For 2 minutes I'm inspired and then its gone. How does that happen? Where does that come from? Is that the sheer power of inspiration overriding depression? Despite feeling like life isn't worth living you catch a glimpse of something that has to be photographed and you suddenly come alive. Transformed from a waste of a person into talent, skill and focused ability. You get the photos and for a brief moment you're happy. Then its gone. What is the point in that?
I wonder how many other artists there are that have been this way?
Most of all though where is all this coming from? It doesn't seem logical or possible. Why is it that I can be out and suddenly go from depressed to capturing something beautiful in a few seconds? Why do I see the world this way? Why do I see it as this amazing place with fantastic light to play with and yet feel so down? Its fustrating as hell. A classic time would be when I was at Creamfields. I bumped into these two stunning girls, flirted a bit as I often do and got some fun photos of them. For 2 minutes I'm inspired and then its gone. How does that happen? Where does that come from? Is that the sheer power of inspiration overriding depression? Despite feeling like life isn't worth living you catch a glimpse of something that has to be photographed and you suddenly come alive. Transformed from a waste of a person into talent, skill and focused ability. You get the photos and for a brief moment you're happy. Then its gone. What is the point in that?
I wonder how many other artists there are that have been this way?
