At 42 I have recently became less uncomfortable calling myself an Artist.
My pre-photography portfolio was full of charcoal renderings of high contrast Guess ads, Herb Ritts and Bruce Weber photography in Interview and Rolling Stone and any number of Calvin Klein ads. It feels like my early sexuality was poured into my artwork. I was drawn to the highly sexualized print media and the sexual revolution happening in late ‘80’s and ‘90’s cinema. (Thank you Drew Barrymore and Alyssa Milano for making me question my burgeoning appreciation for members of my own gender.)
Once the camera took over that was largely all she wrote for any other artistic medium. Even to the point that when I would force myself to try and draw something just to see if I still could, most times I could not. In 2007 I was introduced to beading, jewelry making, etc. which has grown into a love of working with fine silver and gemstones to create rings and pendants.
I spent my 30’s focusing on the male form in photography and had grand plans to help bring the male nude into the mainstream. I had tirades about social injustices and matters of perspective. Today nothing is any different but it was a fun creative outlet. I don’t feel like I really created much during this time of lasting artistic merit but I’m not ashamed of any of my work. I just need to be satisfied at the end of the day with what I do. I wasn’t. Now I am. Moving forward.
This doesn’t feel like a mid-life crisis, though perhaps it is. If so, then it’s been a productive one. Now I’m evolving into a new time with a fresh perspective and new things to explore. Different themes, varied medium and new tools. There are some good things on the horizon.