Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.Henry Ward Beecher (1813 – 1887)
I’ve never been able to draw. In fact, the crude little pictures I turn out are fit for little more than a good laugh and a flick towards the garbage, but despite this, I’ve always had a desire to fashion a beautiful picture. Something that captures attention and allows the viewer to lose themselves in it. It is for this reason perhaps, that I find myself gravitating towards photography.
Photography is more accessible to me than other visual art forms. I don’t have to be able to have fine motor movements, I don’t have to walk out on stage and perform – no, I just have to watch the world and try and approach sights, places and people from a different perspective. In a way, although this skill, this ability to pick unconventional viewpoints is the most difficult to master, I find the thought less of a burden than the task of training my muscles.
And perhaps there’s always hope too. Whereas I can never see myself being anything more than a stick-figure drawing schlep, I can envision in myself the ability to take _good_ photographs. Maybe not great, not the most arresting – but good. Enough for people to stop and consider. It’s that hope that keeps me pursuing this…ideal.