Melancholia

Sometimes, everything feels gray and even a little hazy. When things begin to feel that way to me I almost always try to fight it…at first. But then I eventually accept, embrace, and utilize it. If I can’t be physically productive at least I can wander through new creative avenues. I can see old stale photographs through new eyes. It seems paradoxical to see new and fresh possibilities during melancholic periods, but I don’t make up the rules of creativity. It’s a state I have spent enough time in that I can now begin to visualize it. I can match this feeling to tones, shadows, lines, light, colors, and even an entire scene. A drowsy, dysthymic perspective is still a perspective, still a vision.

I am working on reimagining old photographs I’ve taken before. Not necessarily just reediting the ones I liked, but trying to see visual value in the ones I previously wrote off. This exercise has been informative, and I’m pleasantly surprised with some of the results. I have organized the resulting body of work into my newest rotating “mini-project” which you can view here.