I continue to get a lot of satisfaction out if this project, and it continues to have a surprising number of benefits. It makes me think in an articulate way about what’s going on in my day-to-day life. It gives me a way to express thoughts or ideas for which I may not have another outlet. It pushes me to do something creative and short-term each day, even on days when my creative energy is really depleted. I keep learning more about photography, and about how to use my cheap little point-and-shoot camera to best advantage.
There are days, however, when I really don’t see the point of continuing with it. I completed the first year, which was the important thing; my follow-through on projects is often not what it should be, and I was determined to change that pattern. Do I really need to follow through on the second year, or have I made my point? On days when I am really devoid of ideas, it just feels like a self-indulgent waste of time.
But then I get a shot like the one above. I am really satisfied with this photo, I feel like it says what I was trying to express. I’m pleased with the perspective and lurid colours, and I think it has the qualities my friend Libby often uses to describe my work: it’s a little sexy and a little creepy. This is when I remember what I get out of this project, and why I continue with it.