[YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZx55gcX0TM]
I was quite inspired by this video. I hope you are too.
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We stopped by the PDN Curator show opening at Milk last Thursday night and some good folks for Fuji were there. They gave us an Instax camera for the night and we shot away! Of course we came for the art, and stayed for the free wine! The work was pretty good, but it was overall ruined by Baboo’s awful reproductions. Seriously I’m not much of an art snob but I know how work is supposed to look on the well.
1. Some of the prints were wall mounted behind glass, some were bare. They apparently ran out of glass.
2. All of the prints were mounted to foam core board and held on the wall with large thumb tacks.
3. There was a large notation under every print letting us know that not only were the works printed by Baboo, but they were also printed on Moab Legion paper. I don’t know if Moab or Baboo should be more embarrassed, because one of the two parties made the images look like utter shite! Smudged detail, speckling patterns all over, and for whatever reason the shadow areas looked like a noisy mess.
Seriously the repros in the issue of PDN looked better. I will now never use Baboo, or Moab Legion paper. Nice job!
- I’ve got places to go.
My name is Mark. In 1984 I was born. Probably around 1990 I became reasonably sentient. In 2003 I graduated high school. In 2007 I graduated from college. This is the most important part, or at least most relevant in this case. Or, maybe it was important once and isn’t now. I’m not sure anymore. I studied photography. It was the first thing I was good at (at which I was good). That’s another way of saying I pretty much sucked at doing everything else until I started taking pictures. Once I found photography it was pretty simple. I was going to do this for a living, and I did it all the time. I did it all the time and I didn’t even do it enough. Photography gave me a better explanation of the world around me than I had ever been able to express.
I ended up in Brooklyn and here I am. The freelancing I had done in Minneapolis meant nothing in New York City but I got by for a while. Eventually though the economic realities of our time caught up with me. Rent needed to be paid (apparently EVERY month). I took a job at a major New York City camera store, in the used department. It’s a good job. I get paid a lot for what I do, I’m surrounded by my favorite things, and I have health insurance, dental insurance. Everything I need.
But nothing I want.
I have described my situation to my friends as “the nowhere man of photography.” I am here in Brooklyn making all my nowhere pictures for nobody. I have had no shows, no pictures published in any real way. My few clients have been small time. I have made less than a splash, no more than a trickle into our ocean of media.
I intend to correct my status and use this blog to track my progress. It will be a venue for my actions toward better goals, inspiration, and thoughts on tools used to help me on my way. Please read, comment, and enjoy.
