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Journey of a Photog

by Thought Provoken on January 28, 2010

So the first time I picked up a camera was nearly 4 years ago.  I bought a Nikon D50 with the extra cash I had from selling drugs for Pfizer (yeah I was a drug dealer).  I had a passion for the imagery and artistry that photography brought but never had the money for film.  When I found I could shoot all I wanted via digital, I salivated at the opportunity.

Like a kid with a new puppy, I fell in love with my SLR.  I slept with it, carried it everywhere with me and sought to fuse my mind with the machinery in my hand.  Essentially, I became the camera.  Once I mastered the mechanics of the shutter speed and aperture, I was able to tell my story through the ultimate lens (the eye).

Like a shapeless being, I floated through my surroundings and became the fly on the wall on the subways, through the gardens, and in the concrete jungle of DC.  The year 2006 marked a turning point in my life where I fell in love with a form of expression that I cherish to this day.

So flash-forward 4 years, 7 countries and hundreds of images that are timepieces of my progression as a human being.  This is the year that I will host my first show and I want to take you along the journey with me.  I had the opportunity to have a sit-down discussion with a phenomenal photographer friend of mine Tara who I have known since college.  She is a genius when it comes to the art and has a keen eye for how to market the expression of photography that helps the art transcend to new levels.

Right now I am going through the process of boiling down my work to a body of work.  Its such a violent process for me because its causing me to systematically disassemble what I think my work is about to recreate a stream of thought that ties the work together.  It takes a non-objective mindset and a willingness to destroy an original image and mindset in order to rebuild a message of uniqueness.

Today, I went through hundreds of my photos and picked some of my favorites.  There is no consistency in the work, just a grouping of images that are most striking to me.  The next step is to decide who I am as an artist and then chose the images that best represent me…

this is my journey…

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Through Souls Door….

by Thought Provoken on November 10, 2009

As I gaze through Souls Door I look back at everything I am about to leave.
Fear bids me farewell and jealousy sheds a tear at my departure.
Hatred gives me a remorseful glance as I take my first step into Souls Door.

No longer does my mind feel cluttered with thoughts of the “should have could have” and all that keeps me from meeting my Higher Self.—> Live in the NOW becomes the soundtrack of my life and KEEP THINGS MOVING graciously becomes the chorus.

No longer am I afraid to use the words:

I
LOVE
YOU

in the same sentence in the same order without shivering at its raw power and denying that I have the capacity to speak such words of truth… ONCE MORE.

As I become engulfed by the light that shines through Souls Door, the battle scars of past relationships… pains suffered at the hands of blind love and pains self inflicted fade away like smoke in the wind.

I become WIND with infinite power, capacity, and ability to uplift yet flow through the subtle crevices of life… I am mindful and observant.

As I have stepped though Souls Door, I must make a pact with my Higher self that I will no longer be “I”dentified with the “I” but more-so referred to as the Me of many Me’s

I am the Poet
I am the Photographer
I am the Warrior
I am the Lover
I am the Seeker of Higher truth whose arms extend to the skies to grasp the fruit that hangs on the Tree of Life and Knowledge
I am you
I am US
I am the DOOR…

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Struggling to find life in a city of people…

14 October 2009

The image to your left has significant meaning to me.  Although there is no organic subject in the frame, the image bleeds character.  Maybe its the boarded up windows or tape riddled street post but when I took the image, I could feel the history of this one ten foot by ten foot street corner…  [...]

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