Enter the Red Doors
This past Friday marked a personal milestone for me.
It was my last issue of being the photography editor for WWVM.
The magazine lives on of course, and will continue to be published; albeit under new management.
I think that most of us would bemoan the fact that when change happens and we aren’t on what we consider the “good side” of it, we would feel entitled to vent and complain that the powers be didn’t give us our due or that “fate was against us.”
I don’t feel that way at all.
As a matter of fact, I’m completely grateful for what I was able to accomplish and be a part of in the years that I have been the photography editor for the magazine. I helped a few new photographers find audience with our readers, promoted West Virginia in a positive light, and learned more about this great state than most people will in a lifetime.
I have seen and been in places both remote and untamed, met the people who would claim them, met with creators of hope in communities that most thought had seen better days; only to find new life from those who have dreams and a fresh vision for the future.
After reminiscing over my career as WWVM photography editor, I can’t think of a single thing I have regrets over, save one- stories that I wanted to continue telling, but can’t continue to in the position I once held ; having to be content to let others take over the narrative instead.
As I gave final notes on my final issue before we went to press, I was reminded of the words that the then publisher Harry Price gave me when I asked for beginners advice starting out on my journey with the magazine.
“Clayton” he said ” Be prepared for when this becomes a work of the heart!” Even then, I ‘m not sure I fully grasped the implication of all this would come to mean to me; but I understand the power of it now.
That being said, I hope the legacy I leave behind will show that I made a difference to the magazine, and that I’ve touched readers lives as much as they’ve touched mine.
And no, I do not intend on choosing to mark this moment in saddness; but to embrace it and all that I’ve become by being a small part of it all. This is but a chapter, not the end of a book.
Thank you all for your support and I look forward to seeing what comes next!
Best wishes to all,
Me by Vickie Harper Reed
I’ve been thinking.
Thinking a lot about “noise” and “Signal” (Thank you Zack Arias) and to what I’m “tuned into” nowadays.
There are so many people out in the blogsphere that have something “shiny and new” to tell you everyday ( My last post was December 2013 before this one) so I don’t blame you if you aren’t a “Regular follower” because I’m not a “regular poster”.
The truth is, even though I originally started a blog to reach more people thinking it was a good way to raise my web rankings , now I don’t care if I do or not- I’m not writing them for everybody; I’m sharing my thoughts with just you and me- so let’s get cozy….:-)
Here is one I am having now- I wrote this in response to a friend who was lamenting about how today’s creative market won’t sustain the artist.
“creativity became a commodity when we became focused business people instead of artists….Competition to sell an idea of “Art” became more important than the dream that inspired it.” ~ Clayton Spangler
In my opinion, it is far easier to create mediocrity en masse than thought provoking works that inspire. I don’t think this is the public’s fault at all. I think that it takes a lot of effort on behalf of ANY artist to educate and create a supportive clientele that will sustain them through their creative process in life. It’s the “Good Enoughs” that copy those views without any real meaningful thing to say themselves that devalue the work to the point it becomes a product.
When I can get what I want cheaply, What’s the difference between a fancy boxed and packaged product or a work of art you ask? Only this- When you buy something as a commodity, you buy what the market deems en vogue, you are buying what has been determined profitable for mass consumption by people who have seen the success that others are having with a formulatic system or way of doing something- and is created by the masses for the mass.
When you buy something that speaks to your soul- whether that ‘s a song, a sculpture, a painting, a photograph- You may even buy the item directly or not from the artist or their agent; but it becomes priceless in it’s resonance to you by your emotional response to it.
Supporting the arts and artists who truely inspire you or have something to say that only may ever be heard or seen by you; have at least found a kindred spirit in point of view.
Being an artist myself – It’s not always about what the market will bear; but what your heart will.
Once we begin the journey; we become the path-CES
Ok- I’m going to do my best
not to make this into some kind of rant, to nicely share my opinion but I’m not going to “sugar coat” what I’m about to say either.
If you are offended by people who have an opinion- you should probably go on back to whatever else you were looking at before you came here….:-) If you want to see what I have to talk about….more after the break Continue Reading
This is a video from Zack Arias- His video touched me because the questions and musings are so close to my very own….
OK – WordPress won’t allow me to “embed the video- so here’s a link.
I don’t always get a wall hanger “the perfect shot” everytime I’m out. Sometimes I get crap documentary shots of the locations I visit. This is one of them.
But that’s not what I’m pointing out today- nope, I’m here to tell you about what happens when you start to develop a point of view…. Continue Reading
Epiphany zone ahead
The power was out at my home last night- it made me think a little about how we live parallel lives nowadays.
I started to noticed that the only photos that existed were the ones that were printed and on display- The ones in my computer ceased to exist until power would be returned.
I thought about how many people a day I interact with online as opposed to “real life” and surprised myself with how many people I would lose contact with if it were a permanent situation. ( I didn’t mind the “no TV thing- I would’ve watched something I downloaded on my Ipod Touch if I got desparate!)
Most of us seemingly live a “normal” life everyday, and never give the “cyberworld” we live in a second thought- but for a brief moment ( OK, a couple of hours) I was firmly planted in the one world and not the other-I felt suddenly a bit out of place. THAT was a strange feeling.
It’s not that being online, or having electronic photographs is where I prefer to live- it’s just a part of who I am now. I’m able to communicate with more people, share new ideas from across the country, hear what others have to say; that I wouldn’t be able to any other way.
But , by the same token- it’s nice to unplug for a while and take stock of the things that make up a life- here and now.
I live connected in both worlds.
I’ve sort of gotten bogged down looking thru my negatives and slides lately- I’m catagorizing them into “scan piles” or which ones I think are the best use of valuable scanner time! Continue Reading