Wednesday, May 07, 2008

The Writer?

Suburbia

I'm going to publish a photo book. Not with a publisher who actually pays me for the material (at least not yet) but with blurb.com. I love the model and I think it's such a great idea. I'm going to print a few and take them to Buenos Aires with me when I have my show this July...more on that later.

I've been working on an Artist Statement. It's a lot more challenging than I thought it would be. I have general ideas about what to say but I find it very hard to write about myself. In theory it should be so simple. Who knows me better than me? Well, the Husband knows me probably better than I know myself but I obviously can't ask him to do it. I have to do this myself. I need the Artist Statement for the book but I also need it for myself. A bio is not quite the same.

A good friend who is in the art business tells me that when I put the book together I should also write a few lines about each photograph. Why does this terrify me? Again, it shouldn't be that difficult for me to do this. I'm having issues opening up about my work, what I was feeling when I took the photo, why I shot it from a particular angle, why I decided to share it, what it says about me, etc. I feel like the images should speak for themselves and that viewers should be able to interpret them in which ever way they like. I also feel that people should be able to read my mind....is that too much to ask?

Deep down I know it's hard for me to express myself verbally about my work because that's maybe one thing that I don't want people to know. There is something fiercely private about art. Does that make sense? To me it does. People create different things in life and what they are living at that moment usually dictates their choices. And, many times those moments are private. I share my own art on the internet for anyone to see but there is part of me that wants to preserve what an image means to me and let others see it their own way.

I'm resolving right now to get over it. I'm going to start writing. Really writing. If I get my feet wet here, and just do "it", dive in to "it", then maybe I won't be so scared of it, because, when it comes down to it,that's what it is: fear. I can't quite identify what the fear is, but, I know it's there.

I have to open the door and walk through it. That's all there is to it. This is not the first time I've pushed myself to do something that scared me.