Why
It's a hard question, why. Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Why do we call the sky blue and not green, or yellow. Why do what I do?
That last question is much easier to answer. It's because. Or, better yet, why not?
As a parent of four I've been asked why countless times. I've had many opportunities to reflect on the whys. I still question what I do. Why I do it. It's always because. Because I feel an emptiness if I don't express myself in this way. Or, sometimes I get angry as a result of the frustration of not showing, of not sharing. The process of getting it out there is cathartic. It's a therapy on one hand. It's also a driving force in my life. I think at the core of a Creative Being, that passion, that need, that desire to create, and share. It's of my nature. It's instinctual.
Why do I use photography as my medium of expression?
Before, in another part of my life, I explored and worked with fabric arts and design. In between, I have been a writer. Photography is satisfying in its immediacy and it's intimacy. You know almost right away if you've caught that moment, if what you've photographed conveys what YOU saw. It's a pass or fail.