The Neighborhood feels odd now.
I walk but don’t see many faces.
My brain doesn’t feel alarmed by people wearing masks like it once did.
If anything a mask is as friendly as a wave from a stranger.
Time is seemingly passing faster with each day and finally, it’s starting to hit me how much time I’ve been wasting.
I’m feeling awakened in what needs to be made by my hands and it’s so easy to overcomplicate that.
There is a reason people why people express their craft as a discipline.
I believe that has to do with the restrictions they place on their work.
When to do it and what to show.
If it’s consistent enough and of good quality, I believe people will take a liking to anyone work but left wild it’s very difficult to gain traction.
For myself, photography is no longer just a practice.
It has to be more disciplined.
Yes, I can shoot anything I see but I need to categorize the work before I show it much like genres on Netflix.
Don’t let your work get lost in your practice.
Let a discipline guide your showcase.