I hate being so addicted to electricity. Irma took ours for about 30 hours and I found it disturbing that all I could do was light candles, play scrabble with Franca and do little odd jobs. The candles gave a soft glow to everything, rather like sitting around a fire because it is sitting around a fire, warming, reassuring. And, playing scrabble with my wife was, to be honest, more fun than I’ve had in a while. But, then, everything I do with her is fun.
I’ve talked about it before but to revisit the eclectic stuff… I’m never going to be happy rejecting making an image because it doesn’t fit in to a project or series I’m making. Won’t do it. So I plop the eclectic into the world of image. I’m getting closer to being able to express it. When I submitted 15 images as a portfolio to Eye Of Photography in Paris I included this statement:
“Naturally Eclectic Collaboration”
“My work is best described two ways; collaborative and eclectic. I feel that every image I make is the result of a collaboration with sometimes many, many other people. I thank them all as contributors to the work I do. From the most plebeian wall repair to accomplished architecture, the images I make reflect a gift others have left. Occasionally the photographs include the people.
While this little group may be a “series,” I seldom make a deliberate series of images. I’m looking for certain conditions to be met in order to choose the moment to make an “interception.” The interceptions are choices from an infinite number of possibilities, naturally eclectic. I’m not making movies.”