Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Behind the Lens
My camera is a mask. It hides my face but offers a window into my mind.
If I’m not literally looking through the lens at the world, I’m cropping the things I see around me into a mental picture frame. The photos I take allow other people to see through my eyes. Each photo is a clue to my inner self – whatever catches my attention on a given day.
Photos let me examine the world up close, at my own pace. I can capture a scene and scour it for every tiny detail. It's my escape as well as inspiration for new artwork. I come back to it continually as I’m cutting fabric and stitching lines.
I realize that always being the one behind the camera is a way of hiding, too. I'd like to say I'm just camera shy (which is true), but if I'm honest with myself, it's more about me being a control freak. If I’m taking the picture, I can make sure 1). I’m not in the photo, therefore I don’t have to worry about how I look, 2). I control everything about the composition and 3). I determine which memories (photos) to keep and which to discard.
I can manipulate the light, pose the figures and tell them all to “SMILE!”. Then when the moment is right, I click that shutter and a split-second is now frozen in time and space.