So much of my photographic life, like most photographers trying to make a significant living in this profession, was sheer grind.
I was shooting for a seemingly endless list of creative briefs, storyboards, layouts, shot lists, scripts, mood boards, and the like.
I’m not really complaining. It was fun and exciting.
But at the end of the day, as I look back through a revisionist lens, more often than not, it was someone else’s idea of what they wanted rather than mine.
Since embracing iPhone photography, in 2011, and reinventing my autobiographical self, I almost exclusively shoot for myself-what I want, where I want, when I want, how I want, and even why I want.
I am shooting for the wall and not the wallet.
If, in this deeply focused personal journey, a customer or client likes what I’m currently doing, so be it.
If they don’t especially like what I’m doing, I’m fine with that outcome too.
I create Art every fucking day of my life. Every day.
It’s something I just can’t stop being enchanted and mesmerized by. It’s what fuels and fertilizes me.
I am an artist and I create art. Damn, that sound so good.
It fulfills something deep in me that only art creation can do.
If art grows out of the heart and my heart is always full then my art is always full and alive.
Click.
I don’t have a studio anymore. The world is my studio.
I don’t have a 70-pound camera bag anymore. The iPhone is 7.8 OZ
I don’t have deep collections of banker boxes and notebooks storing my photographs. I have a camera roll.
I don’t have to print expensive portfolios to get my work seen. In a single tap, I can share my work with a global audience, 24/7, 365.
I am an artist and I am so happy to be alive.
The iPhone camera has not only reinvented my photography, it has redesigned my life.
The velocity of shooting, editing, and sharing pictures today is mind-boggling.
Artists of history would be jealous of what we can do today with simple pocket cameras.
I am an artist.
I create art.
My life is art
My heart is art.
The world is art.
Click
Jack
