Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Ghostwriter

That's what I'm listening to. The title of this entry is what I'm listening to. I wouldn't be surprised if I started doing that. It doesn't matter. Moving on.

My break was okay. Getting back was okay. Both places are nice to be at for a certain amount of time. I rearranged the room and put up a little tree. It's cute. I broke one of the ornaments, and there was glass all over the floor. Oopsie!

Now that's I've got the formalities out of the way, here I can go on to what I was thinking about writing last night when I got into bed. I couldn't really sleep (nothing to do with my last entry, which I'm trying to make obsolete right now) and I thought about this entry then but I knew I didn't have the energy to write it.

First, a thought: Imagine that you only had a certain number of breaths? Like, a number. A million or something. WHOA. That would be really scary to stumble into some place and find a bunch of timers with your name on it. I guess I thought about that as I was waking up.

Alright. I'm trying to remember the specifics of my thoughts, and I guess I'm doing a crummy job of it. It involved complaining, kinda, about things I don't like (roar of surprise). There were a few things that have been bugging me lately, however I can only remember one of them. Good. Les go.

Recently, within the past few years but specifically within the past year or so, I've found that I wanted a good camera. Alright, that's great, whatever. Then I start to reconsider. If I get a really good camera, I'm going to just run around and be like "BUTTERFLY ON A FLOWER OVER EXPOSE IT QUICK" or other shit like that. I know I'd do it, because any senior in high school/college kid with a really nice camera feels that way. You just shoot shit. But goddammit that does not make you a photographer or even good at photography. What happened to composition?! What happened to a picture that wasn't just something giant taking up the whole frame?! It's starting to drive me nuts! I'm sorry. It just is! Owning a good camera and liking photography does not mean you are good at it. Plain and simple.
I guess I don't have much right to say any of this ("Who do you think you are you don't understand you don't even have a nice camera like that Canon one you saw in the Best Buy ad you want that don't you yeah"). Yeah, alright. Shut up. As someone who loves art and grew up essentially in it, I think I have a right to be saying some of this. All I'm saying is that I may not know everything about photography (it hasn't been been my focus, anyway) but I do know things about art, and hot damn do they translate. You people aren't artists. YOU MAKE ME SICK.
Obviously, over exaggeration, but there it is. I'm sorry to be acting like such a purist, but I've been kind of on edge lately and this is something thats been bothering me for a while now. I'm happy to have gotten it out.

It's a nice day out.

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