Feeling very angry, disappointed and deflated at the moment, but it's not anger that I can direct at someone. Well, I suppose I could, but there would be nothing constructive in doing that.
The weekend Light Magic workshop at Bunbury was a resounding success -- except that after costs were calculated, we only made about $780 in profit, to be split between three of us. Problem is that one of us has already been paid $400, which leaves $380 to be split between two.
This is not financial - and as I said to the person who organised it, I won't be very keen to be putting in so much time, effort and energy into a workshop (successful though it is), where I've only gained $190 for two days work. No. Fucking. Way.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Communication vs Storytelling
I've just had an epiphany this morning.
Some people communicate. Others tell stories, to mask the fact that they are unable or unwilling to communicate. Communication isn't storytelling. In fact, I'm almost convinced that storytelling is the antithesis of communication. Storytelling does not invite engagement, participation in the conversation. Storytelling is all the speaker and his/her (passive) audience/listeners.
Regardless of what people may think, storytelling bloody well isn't communication.
Some people communicate. Others tell stories, to mask the fact that they are unable or unwilling to communicate. Communication isn't storytelling. In fact, I'm almost convinced that storytelling is the antithesis of communication. Storytelling does not invite engagement, participation in the conversation. Storytelling is all the speaker and his/her (passive) audience/listeners.
Regardless of what people may think, storytelling bloody well isn't communication.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Time out
You know when they say that you can have "too much of a good thing"?
It's the way I feel about photography at the moment. Too much shooting and post-production in Lightroom and Photoshop of late has led to my experiencing extreme intertia when it comes to picking up the camera and shooting with it.
It's a case of something which was a passion turning into a chore; then, what do you do?
The answer - take a break from it all. I'm going to try and scale down the photography -- the fewer photographs I take, the less post-production I need to do. Once I've caught up on all my post-production commitments, I'll take some time off from photography (which could be timed with the visit to Gooma) and re-energise.
The finale for Battlestar Galactica is out, but I can't view it yet as it seems to be much in demand - so much so that I cannot connect to view it streaming via MegaVideo. I'll have to be patient and avoid all spoilers until I'm able to view it.
It's the way I feel about photography at the moment. Too much shooting and post-production in Lightroom and Photoshop of late has led to my experiencing extreme intertia when it comes to picking up the camera and shooting with it.
It's a case of something which was a passion turning into a chore; then, what do you do?
The answer - take a break from it all. I'm going to try and scale down the photography -- the fewer photographs I take, the less post-production I need to do. Once I've caught up on all my post-production commitments, I'll take some time off from photography (which could be timed with the visit to Gooma) and re-energise.
The finale for Battlestar Galactica is out, but I can't view it yet as it seems to be much in demand - so much so that I cannot connect to view it streaming via MegaVideo. I'll have to be patient and avoid all spoilers until I'm able to view it.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Running on empty?
This blog has become part confessional, part journal. I don't update it often, and only when there are intellectual and emotional matters pressing.
I've had dreams characterised by scenarios of frustration and grief of late. Last night, again, twin dreams - one of feelings of powerlessness and the inability to convince others who seem convinced otherwise, the other marked by feelings of grief at a passing of an acquaintance. Dreams like these, the scenarios which unfold within them, are the figuration of more sub-conscious thoughts and feelings, made 'real' by the visual and experiential language of dreams. But, for the life of me, I'm not sure what it is that they figure. Perhaps it's events that have been happening in the PIP community of late and the way I may have inadvertently internalised them, and made them personal; perhaps it's the busy, but mish-mashy work I've been doing on the photography side of things -- the highs, the humdrum and the lows of trying to make it as a part-time freelance photographer.
I've just been feeling very stretched lately, between PM work and this photography gig. It's as if my calendar is always full, always demanding that I do this, or be here, at such and such a time. It's beginning to feel wearying, draining, and I am starting to sense a lack of balance in my life. Plus, I'm still trying to decide where I stand in regards to the home-front issue, in regards to getting some rental income or to forsake this as I had planned, as an action of compassion.
I'm going to hang up my spurs for a day or two - do and (try to) think nothing photographic. Try and distance myself from what has been occupying my thoughts and time of late and to get some air.
I've had dreams characterised by scenarios of frustration and grief of late. Last night, again, twin dreams - one of feelings of powerlessness and the inability to convince others who seem convinced otherwise, the other marked by feelings of grief at a passing of an acquaintance. Dreams like these, the scenarios which unfold within them, are the figuration of more sub-conscious thoughts and feelings, made 'real' by the visual and experiential language of dreams. But, for the life of me, I'm not sure what it is that they figure. Perhaps it's events that have been happening in the PIP community of late and the way I may have inadvertently internalised them, and made them personal; perhaps it's the busy, but mish-mashy work I've been doing on the photography side of things -- the highs, the humdrum and the lows of trying to make it as a part-time freelance photographer.
I've just been feeling very stretched lately, between PM work and this photography gig. It's as if my calendar is always full, always demanding that I do this, or be here, at such and such a time. It's beginning to feel wearying, draining, and I am starting to sense a lack of balance in my life. Plus, I'm still trying to decide where I stand in regards to the home-front issue, in regards to getting some rental income or to forsake this as I had planned, as an action of compassion.
I'm going to hang up my spurs for a day or two - do and (try to) think nothing photographic. Try and distance myself from what has been occupying my thoughts and time of late and to get some air.
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