In the city and especially downtown there are so many stories in the cracked faces, the pristine suites, and Millennials in casual work attire walking the streets. When I see one that I feel is really great I don’t have a camera with me. I often break this golden rule because I’m usually running around (and blogging), and I don’t have the time to take a picture even with a Holga.
Most art is repetition (practice makes perfect) and experimentation. I feel that the only ingredient that makes it unique is how the artist interprets their subject; their fingerprint. I think that personal interpretation is essential. Recently I was talking with a digital shooter who makes their living with images, who didn’t get this concept, and didn’t want to get it.
This brought back a memory from a seminar that I had attended where the speaker earned their living with their art. As in all things called life – there was a price. Burn out. It would be nice to be independently wealthy, and free to create art at-will. However, if the price is/was sameness then for me it would not be worth it. I want to create images where the viewer isn't easily dismissive.
Holga images even bad Holga images are interesting in one way or another. It could be their irises, or how it reads the color of the film to its’ dreamlike quality that comes and goes. I think that these variables is what has kept me loyal to the brand.
Last June I began using the Holga 135bc tlr. I still have not cracked it, but I’m working on it; and so I’ve just packed it for all of those future images of great faces with stories that I’ve been walking by.