Like so many of you, I am in love with the majestic, weathered image of an old barn.
Not too long ago, I was fortunate enough to photograph one locally.
The image above is from that shoot, and it speaks to me in a way I simply cannot describe.
That's the thing about photography...it utterly bewitches and perplexes me, and unlike most anything else, manages to leave me speechless at times.
Which, if you knew me, you'd know that's no small task! I most always have something to say!
And as much as I fancy myself a writer (and have pretty much my entire life), I find that at times I can communicate more with a wordless image than with all the flowery prose in my arsenal.
I just have to trust the image to speak for itself.
To let it say to each of you whatever it will.
Allow it to evoke memories, joy, sadness, wistfulness...to allow it subjectivity, and in so doing, relinquishing it.
Giving it to the world, and saying "Here it is, world. Here I am...my art, me...love us both!"
All these emotions are behind a decision I've made.
When I finally re-open my Etsy Shop this Fall, I want to begin selling my own original photography.
This might not seem like a big deal to you, but to me, it's a huge risk.
Selling antiques is one thing, but daring to sell my own art?
It's being laid bare, feeling insecure, vulnerable, afraid of rejection, ridicule...
Afraid of hearing
"Who do you think you are???
But it's a risk I have to take.
And even if I don't sell a single print, at least I'll feel as though I'm being true to myself.
Following the muse where it leads, if you will.
If any of you choose to follow, that will be the icing!