Homies, East Bottoms, Kansas City Missouri, 11 January 2013
I don't know what it is with me and cameras, other than I often feel I have a long way to go when it comes to storytelling. So often, the viewfinder leads me to believe that I know what I am doing. Later, the results seem to indicate otherwise. It is not unlike my hand at writing. The idea in my head sometimes seems better than the end product.
The opposite is also true. So many times that something amazing is discovered upon a review of works after weeks, months or even years have passed. This continual rediscovery of bured treasure, as it were. Whether graphic or written, it is a trial and a delight to re-read a story or consider a photograph long set aside. To find inspiration or renewal of creative desire, this is the genius of art.
To find inspiration anywhere, to be sure, is the genius of art. Of creation. The photograph above I took nearly two years ago. It was a scene just outside a butcher shop at which I had just completed a free (to me) training session, or stage (to get all technical) in hopes of finding employment. The setting was right, the light was good, and the birds on the wire were telling me stories.
They didn't tell me I wasn't going to get the job, but I did get the shot. That is the heart of the matter. This a true story.