I’ve thought long and hard about what draws me to photography.
I don’t specialize in particular subject matter. I dabble in everything from traditional street photography to architecture to still life to portraiture to sports to still life to abstracts. My favorite photographers, like Irving Penn and Edward Weston, excelled in multiple genres.
When I’m shooting, all I really care about is graphics. In some cases, like with documentary or portraiture work, the graphics have to meet with some type of gesture or expression.
But generally, all I see are colors, patterns, shapes, lines, and textures.
There’s something very calming and gratifying about analyzing those components and putting them together to make pictures. So I’m always looking for tiny little details around me that present themselves in some interesting form. I see it as an outgrowth of my history with obsessive compulsive disorder.
OCD was once a very destructive force in my life. My struggles, which I once kept secret, destroyed my career at one point and screwed up many, many relationships. Now, it’s more of a minor annoyance that’s not too disruptive.
Much of the improvement came from two years in therapy.
But I’ve clearly channeled some of my pattern-seeking, order-craving energy into photography.
That’s my fuel.
OCD once gave me nothing but shame and anger.
And I don’t think I’ll never be 100% cured. But at least I got all these pictures.