I absolutely love to photograph dead flowers. I know…weird, but that said, they have so much still to tell…Read More
I never wanted to be pigeon-holed or categorized as any particular kind of photographer. That said, I never really considered myself an artist until a few years agoRead More
So here’s the thing about rolling with the punches…
As an artist in general and a filmmaker and photographer specifically, things change on a daily, sometimes minute-by-minute, basis. One has to learn to roll with the punches. As I’m winging my way to an exhibition of my photographic works in New York City, I find myself not nervous at all that my reprinted works will arrive on time…the originals having been damaged and stolen simultaneously from the very crate I sent them in. I console myself with a “huh…so my work was good enough to steal…cool!”
While it left me in a bind as to how I would get any reprints to the gallery on-time for my opening, everything seemed to work out swimmingly. The lab actually reprinted my work for me - at no charge! - and shipped it the next day, the gallery is showing the one piece that did arrive separately and unscathed, and even though I’m missing out on three days of potential sales, my insurance company has taken the reins and all is well. Sort of.
For some reason, all this mayhem started with a three week printing delay at my lab, a shipping disaster that culminated in my gallery having one of four pieces available to hang, and a phone call from the gallery saying my crate, which was huge (4’x6’!) and the work within was damaged badly enough that they couldn’t hang it and two other pieces completely missing. Anyone would be justified in being a tad bit freaked out, but I have to say, I think I handled it pretty well. I won’t say I took it “in stride”, but you get the idea.
In the past, I would have been screaming and yelling and carrying on. Now, however, I owe my new found calmness to a colleague of mine who practices mindfulness to the nth degree and I find I’m learning the practice myself, whether through osmosis or just being in that type of environment, who knows? She’s an inspiration and a source of strength that I had no idea I could even begin to possess. All it took was for me to make a few phone calls and everything was set, once again, in a positive motion. Calm level-headedness prevails more often than not these days and I for one am very grateful.
Rolling with the punches requires patience (which is in short supply for me some days, but I’m working on it), personal growth and an attitude that everything will work out as it’s supposed to. And buckets of wine! I tell this to my grown kids all the time - not the wine part - but what do I know? I’m just their Mom. Sometimes I wonder who this new person is and when did they inhabit my body? Mostly though, I’m just rolling with it…whatever IT happens to be in that moment.
Until next time…
To be a creative is a special talent that most of the rest of the planet doesn’t have or understand and on top of that, you need to be excited about your project...Read More
When I was in grad school I was working on a project that apparently didn't fit within the boxes that we get stuffed into by the very teachers that are supposed to be helping us see that as artists and we shouldn't let anyone stuff us into a box. Anyway - I was told that my project would never be viable and I was wasting my time with it. It was this, it was that, it was anything but good. I believed it...until one day I DECIDED it was a GREAT idea and so did an awful lot of other people and now it's on it's way to being a traveling exhibit and a book!
So the next time someone tells you "it's impossible" or "it's a stupid idea" or "you can't do that", just smile and say, "watch me". Blaze your own trail on a path that's never been done before and even if it has, it's never been done by YOU. It's never been done with your flavor. Your path is unique and you should always honor that, no matter what anyone else says. Leave a trail that is exclusively yours. You'll be glad you did.
Until next time…