Life as an art student is hard. We’re pushed by a dream and a vague sense of creativity and left in the dust as our classmates and respective industries proceed while we remain stagnant, trying to catch up.
I love what I do. It makes me feel creatively fufilled, which isn’t something you come across very often. School can challenge me and frustrate me and roadblock me; but it can also push me to new boundaries. It allows me to explore in a (relatively) safe enviornment.
I think about where I started off in February and how far I’ve come since then and it blows my mind. My work has taken off. I’ve been shooting since I was 14. I discovered my first film camera, a Canon Rebel, hiding in my sister’s closet and decided to start taking pictures. A lot of my basic knowledge is self-taught. My instructor was, to say the least, useless in furthering my education.
I went to college for a different form of art. I was, believe it or not, a chef. I am also a writer and a musician.
Art is such a facet of my life, in all aspects of it, that it makes me uniquely suited to the pursuit of perfection that is luxury, high-end, retail goods. I will happily spend all day working on a single shot, spend time in post-production, and make it perfect.
It’s something I’m singularly good at.