A lesson in random writing
I was going through Notes in my iPhone yesterday hunting for a password for an app I downloaded. Unfortunately, I didn’t find the password but I did find a note I wrote 493 days ago on September 7th, 2008 at 10:46 pm. I can’t remember what the inspiration for writing it was; I think it has something to do with the book title I jotted down in the previous note. I was amazed at how well it captures exactly why I do what I do. How did I forget about this and why haven’t I put this on my website, my Facebook page, anywhere that asks for a statement??
The note is as follows; one big paragraph.
It’s not about art. It’s about documenting the places that make people laugh, think, remember. It’s about seeing things I’d never see through the eyes of someone who loves their town or school. Learning the history of a place I’ve walked past a million times or discovering something about somewhere I’ve never been. It’s hearing the stories that we attach to a place and don’t realize. It’s about discovering my world through someone else’s eyes and in turn learning more about myself. Tossing away all pretense about what I know about places (a dive, a sure good time, expensive, cheap) and just learning. Knowing that it’s not how the photo is taken that makes it perfect, it’s what someone remembers about that place. It’s loving to hear what comes next after “I remember when…”. Everyone has their story. I just try to capture it.
That’s it. A little window into the joy and happiness my business/art brings me and what my motivation is for continuing on.
