I took my first Photoshop class in the fall of 95.
I did it then because my dad was an engineer and I thought it cool to mix some computer classes into the ethereal quest of attending art school.
It was probably the best decision I made, part form studying photography in the first placeâ€¦
As I learned the craft of image making, putting in most of my school hours in the traditional darkroom, I also learned Photoshop from the bottom up.
As my work matured so did the software and by the time I was done with school Photoshop had itâ€™s layers we today take for granted. With this a completely new world opened up and I was truly happy to trade my chemical induced rashes caused by my time in the darkroom with the computer.
In the years following school I would assist during the days and spend my evenings and nights, only interrupted by the intermittent bout with some gin tonics, exploring how my pictures could come together in this new digital world.
In this I became a part of the first generation of photographers who seamlessly used Photoshop as a true extension of the images captured, shooting for the idea and then allowing the captures to unfold within the software to a final image.
Fast forward 15 some years I started to truly resist the retouching process. I felt chained to it.
I have always been drawn to the big landscape, wanting fresh air and open vistas and I no longer wanted to sit in front of the computer.
It became tougher and tougher to honker down, to absorb day after day and night after night for the fulfillment of a singular photograph. I wanted to be outside. I wanted to capture moments and emotions and deepen my visual rather than technical esthetic.
What had helped establish me as a photographer and made my career one extraordinary ride of amazing locations and beautiful encounters all over the world had become a battle ground. A barrier I had to push through to achieve the fulfillment of these moments I was hired to experience and photograph.
The battle has been ongoing. I would start avoiding the office and seeking distractions. What once put me in the zone, in complete flow, was now only happening right up against client and self-imposed deadlines.
Then there was a shiftâ€¦
Instigated by a break up there was a search in me, or maybe a longing, to get back to where I started. To both reignite the old and to redefine and push forward creating new, meaningful work.
Maybe the biggest step in this quest to create anew was moving to the country side, finding a place of less distractions. Way smaller but more impactful was the suggestion to read the book Business Secrets of the Trappist Monks, by August Turak.
Reading Turakâ€™s experience completely changed my view of spending post production time with my images.
In short the premise is the human archetypal longing of a transformational experience. We all seek itâ€¦
Therefore the fascination of films, books, concerts, theatre, travel and adventure, who all gives us a brief glimpse of a transformational experience.
Turak argues that thereâ€™s a void in us after these short experiences, leaving us feeling incomplete or unfulfilled.Â (As I write this Burning Man is just over and all I keep hearing from the ones participating is â€œdecompressionâ€â€¦)
Turak then goes on to describe the traditions of the Trappist monks and their commitment to effort in all things and how labor is for them almost as important as prayerÂ in their own seeking of a transformational experience.
This one however, is lasting…
Itâ€™s a fascinating read and I walked away with a completely renewed commitment to my time spent at the computer. Commitment to doing the work, joyful or notâ€¦
I learned, it is in this resistance one find oneself. Itâ€™s in the commitment to the process, working through this opposition, one learns, renews and see things from a slightly different perspective.
Itâ€™s in this resistance greatness and transformation lies and Iâ€™m again committed.
Committed to do my best work ever, letting all my adventures and captures on location manifest itself during evening and nights in solitary time spent with images, my ideas and myself.