“Find what you love and let it kill you” – Charles Bukowski
This is pretty much what has been happening to me for the last few months. Couple of times I wanted to write a long heart to heart post about my creative crisis and how disappointed I am with my photography. Instead I just stopped taking photos. I needed a break. After a stream of successes, when nearly all the shoots I attempted turned to gold, now I struggle with keeping the same quality. I expect all the photos to be better. Better than the best ones I ever taken. But it does not happen. It’s as if I have gone blind. In the chase for perfection I forgot how to see. I am slowly trying to teach myself to see again.
Somehow, I will be trying to come back to the roots. Capture moments, impressions, streets, music, friends and gigs. I struggle with time that fall through my fingers like sand. I need to capture it in a jar before I try to make art from it.
Today impression of London on a spring Saturday. Visit of a friend. Walk through Kentish Town, Camden, Regents Park and Marylebone. And as usual – doors and windows.