Recently, I’ve been thinking about the title artist as it applies to me.
This self-absorbed reflection began three weeks ago when Claudine Ascher, curator of the Gallery de la Ville, (http://www.centreartdollard.com/english/gdv.htm) spoke to the members of the Lakeshore Camera Club (http://www.lccphoto.org/) and told the room full of members that we were not photographers, but rather artists. Whoa, Mamma!
I liked the distinction then, and ever since that magical moment, I have been trying this new wardrobe on for size.
Yes! The title fits. I am, indeed, an artist: I capture images with my camera and then endeavour to create works of art with them. They are no longer just “pictures” or “snapshots” at all. They are artistic creations. 🙂
AJ — artist. Hmmm. 🙂
While on my daily walkabouts last week with my favourite man, I found myself dwelling on the consequences of wearing such a title, and I came to an almost sad conclusion. In order to create — that is, not simply take a photo that captures the image, but to really create — I have to be alone. I need the space to be able to get into the moment and to interact, not with my walking companion, but with my subject. If I don’t selfishly take the time to feel and see (if not hear and smell) I can do little more than simply capture a facsimile of my subject. 😦 What this means is that when I want the raw materials for my creations, I must go into the forest alone, or at least walk a good 12 to 15 feet behind my man.
But that’s okay — even those who create works of art must take some time off. 🙂 Just because I have my camera on my shoulder doesn’t mean I have to always be an artist. I am also very content to be AJ — companion.
It’s all about healthy choices and balance and fulfillment, right? What do you think?