Or perhaps I’m possessed again. The idea of getting back in the field to make photographs is rapidly heading toward reality. Even the idea of it is beginning to possess me. It won’t be the same. The time, goals, limits and expectations are entirely different. Some of you know I’ve been using my new Instagram feed as a portfolio of sorts. I started with my work from Sicily, which was created over a five-year span back when I was completely in touch with who I was as a photographer. I was shooting on a daily basis, thinking about photography every waking moment, and perhaps most importantly, my brain was in tune with seeing, waiting, catching, building, editing, sequencing, etc.
I live a different life now, but the first embers of the fire have been stoked. Plans have been drawn and now I’m faced with having to actually go and attempt to make something. One of the issues I’m having is story. What stories do I attempt? I’ll only have 2-3 day windows, and as you know, this isn’t how you build great stories. There are distances to travel, people to meet and convince and then there is the need to document the steps so I can share along the way. This is the price of modern work if you are part of the cycle. And these days I am.
Two days ago I made a portrait of someone I interviewed for Dispatches. I shot the portrait with the Leica to remind myself how this method actually works. That was all it took. The solid “click.” The smooth stroke of the wind. The clean, clear viewfinder, blank and staring back at me. The not seeing. The idea of mailing labels, visits to the Post Office, the wait, the FTP and seeing those images for the first time. Oh ya, this I know and remember. And love.
Of course my first ideas are too grand. Too expansive, and perhaps too edgy for those above me wondering how this all plays in to the masterplan. I’ve also got publications in mind. A new series. A new essay series, two formats running at the same time. A new story equals two new issues. I need design. Do I create a template so I can reuse for each issue. Yes, I think so, but should I do it myself or hire someone?
For some reason I feel motivated. Good. Like this is the right thing to do now. We’ll see. It will be slow, awkward and, chances are, fruitless. But I don’t really care. There are places I need to go. Things I need to see. Stories I need to tell.