I’m in a graduate program where nothing slides by – my professors are all well trained, well-educated, well-experienced artists and educators. If I slack, they take notice and point it out. So, in short, I have daily disappointments. (I kid.)
Transitioning from photojournalism, an area of photography where objectivity is held high, to the realm of fine art where anything goes, was a bit intimidating. With all those years of training in journalism ethics, and the conversation around those ethics being loud in my mind, it felt dirty to change my process, and essentially my perspective, completely. But I simply couldn’t help it. My views on my own photography were transforming rapidly and out of this came questions, then more questions about the nature of photography, and then specifically what is documentary photography. It happened in a gradual, fluidic way with happenings and circumstance shaping one thought to the next.