For a long time now I’ve been meaning to separate my pinhole work and interests from my commercial work. I just didn’t know what was the best way to go about it until the other day I decided to create a WordPress site/blog to showcase all my new and past pinhole endeavors. Pinhole Muses is a website and photoblog where I can promote my own as well as other people’s personal and professional pinhole projects. Hopefully in time this site will become a inspiring source for people of all ages interested in learning more about the art of lensless photography.
If the essence of life is change, then I imagine its opposite–immutability–must be a form of death. I see my photography as both an affirmation of and reaction to the inexorable process of growth and decay, the wheel of life: my images try to play with the mystery and absurdity of the permanent state of impermanence facing us in this world, and the kinds of images that catch my eye are themselves always changing, as is my technique as I experiment with the ever-evolving technologies and media available today. To me, a good photograph is a small triumph over time, perhaps not on the same scale as a great poem, but no less thrilling in its own way. To quote Henri Cartier-Bresson: We photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth can make them come back again. We cannot develop and print a memory.
There’s something that feels noble about that. I also like what Cartier-Bresson said about his personal experience of what it is to do photography: Photography is a way of shouting, of freeing oneself, not of proving or asserting one’s own originality. It’s a way of life. This seems right to me: the best photography comes from the inner compulsion to capture images, as opposed to stroke one’s ego, and I know that because there is an authenticity I feel in my best moments. And photography does free me, albeit temporarily, from the hamster wheel existence that is a part of life, and as such, it is my own form of shout – that I am alive, that i am open to creation in all its forms, that i know we all pass out of the frame in the end but that only fires my determination to record that we were here and lived and loved…