Finding your "lost art" and bringing it back to life!
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v4.5.2I was thinking this would actually pop up as the photo and post....ok maybe not...
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I've had boxes of old prints I forgot about for years, stuff from when I was still figuring out what I was actually trying to say with the camera. Found a whole batch from early Blue Ridge mornings where I was chasing light but hadn't learned patience yet. Some of them were almost there, just needed a second look with older eyes. That piece you found has real presence, the textures are working. What made you decide to bring it back instead of leaving it in the archive?
Malcolm, thank you for your thoughts. The patience part...ahhh yes. "Some of them were almost there"...ahh yes, again! And fresh eyes, as we hear all of the time can almost give you a more objective viewpoint. This photo spoke to me...the simplicity, the quiet hints of color, the texture AND the fact that finally one of my photos looks pretty cool in mock up! Not often do I feel that, because my mixed media (very tactile and dimensional) doesn't often come across well framed over a couch! Being a photo rather than an original-dimensional art piece works better.
I've found pieces from years ago that I didn't understand at the time, things I'd set aside because they felt "wrong" somehow. Coming back to them later, sometimes I can see what they actually were, what moment I was trying to catch that I couldn't name then. The distance helps. Other times I look at old work and realize I was forcing something that wasn't mine to begin with, trying to make art I thought I should make instead of what I actually saw. Either way, it's useful to look back.
Sadie, you said this so perfectly! Looking back on our work sometimes feels like a lesson in how far we've come. OR, "I was too judgmental of my own work". We do get too close to it at times! I have starts to pieces, but don't know where they want to go, so I'll leave them and ruminate. Clarity comes or it doesn't. Not to be forced.