As a professional photographer it is easy to get boxed into the typical technical aspects of the business and loose touch with your original artistic emotions. Starting out, everything you learn is about lines, shapes, contours and colours. You start to visualize the world as would a child, where simplicity is beauty and even the smallest details carry it’s own unique world. My humble start as a photographer, amateur at best, when I was 15 started in such a way that I would spend endless hours in search of that unique abstract. Defining my art by the control I could carry out in the camera and darkroom. I found a way to make something ordinary look extraordinary simply by changing the how the viewer could perceive it. It is in that simplicity of the art form, which resonates in many photographers, as we are not merely image-makers, but artists in our own regards. As we get older we loose touch with the inner artist first. Regular nine to five, first-world problems and responsibilities take the main stage and we quickly fold into an idealistic standard that cautions us against our artistic nature. Most never find their ways back, some find a way to dabble in that lost love, while a select few get a chance to immerse themselves back into their roots and rise victorious in achievement. That awakening of our soul could come in the form of a role model, a spiritual experience or any other form of emotion. I was part of that “some”, whom tried to bring back my inner artistic child, only to be greeted by closed doors and broken dreams. My personal projects got set aside for the nine to five paying gigs that in the end were all the same. I realized how much I had lost touch with the true nature of Photography when I was able to apply the same defined presets to all images and have almost similar results, with very slight variations. My Photography, as unique and beautiful it could be, had now become an engineered product instead of a creative masterpiece. With no visual exit, I saw the light fade from my artistic past as I entered the tunnel of conformity. Little did I know, that a chance meeting with a magnificent artist would breakdown those walls and give back the access to my lost artistic soul.
An overloaded of artistic expression hit my mind as I walked through the doors of Gallery M, a local art gallery in Cambridge (Galt), Ontario. Quickly greeted by the owner Merryn Edgar our conversation sparked, as I explained I was a local photographer looking into Gallery representation. A few questions back and forth and I quickly realized I had found a place that could not only respect but also possibly help foster my artistic nature. Merryn voiced a similar appeal to the art form, where the world is already full of the typical static imagery, and the true art is when you think outside that box and take a chance at being less ordinary. It’s not the picturesque landscapes, “stock” photo and greeting card that appeal to the art world. It’s those minuscule details in a button, the blended colours of an almost unrecognizable object or the mixture of massive motion among a static object. Yes, all those still have the technical aspects of any photograph, as should any good piece of art, but the true beauty is in how the artist has represented it to the viewer. The medium used, the angle, choice of colours or lack there of and even how it was framed. The tunnel I have been going through finally has a light at the end. It’s the door, the door I have waiting so painful and patiently since I was 15. I feel my inner artist glowing, vibrant and blissful. This time, I will not let the light blow out and will start accepting no as maybe and trudge ahead, full steam and without regret. For I am a photographer, but mostly I am an artist.
Merryn, I thank you for showing me that art is of what you make it and success is what you feel.
A collection of my more artistic work from high school to recent. Some of which has been published, many of which have never been seen. Although some might seem uninspiring, each of these images holds a special place in my heart and soul. They are a collection of my inner self, and how I view the world.