I’ve been fortunate to have my photographs shown at a few different venues, (thanks to the Art Gods that be, and the mortals who support them), and it has gone better than I ever would have expected. I am happy and extremely grateful to dance through the doors of opportunity that have graciously opened for me.
However, it involves the daunting task of intensely scrutinizing my photos in a lame attempt to see my pictures through the eyes of other people, as if I really could. Without a filter of rational judgement and some self-love, my inner critic is off and running faster than I can say, Namaste.
I’m stymied by the process of deciding which of my pictures will appeal, artistically, to another person? I have taken photos that I knew that I would love even if no one else did but when I am trying to market them….I get a little queasy and a lot more uneasy. I can get lost in an endless loop searching for the perfect photo, (doesn’t exist), and wasting valuable time trying to get into the minds of other people. In the end, I just try to pick what I like, what moves me and I remind my inner critic, being a photographer, is a labor of love not a destination.
I chose this photo today, cause I wanted to. 🙂