Peaks and valleys. Bumps in the road. We all have them. Right now, at this moment I am in a creative valley. I hope this is the bottom. I also hope I stumble upon the babbling brook that I know is running through it. The one that will lead me to the path upward and out.
Looking back, I believe I peaked the summer we went to Maine (2009). That summer it seemed I produced quality images on a daily basis. My enthusiasm was high. I worked each scene. I saw the light. I executed my vision. Success bred success and I was excited to see what the next day would bring. I was on the mountain top. I had reached my creative summit. And then I began the long trek down.
I think it started with the gallery. A golden opportunity to sell my work in a prime location with little risk involved. I moved inside, spent hours and hours scouring the archives, printing and framing images. All the while my camera sat idol on the shelf. As I chatted with customers, accepted their compliments and their checks my creative energy began to slowly shrivel and die.
That leads me to where I am today, three short years later. I am producing images that all look alike. Images that are uninspiring. Lifeless. Soft. (Soft, what's up with that? I can't take a tack sharp photo to save my soul.) To the untrained eye I am certain they look great. But those of you out there who have photography in your blood know exactly what I am talking about. The truth is, I need a jolt. A creative kick in the pants. And I don't know where to find it.
Maybe acknowledging the need is the first step.