I have been feeling kind of blah this semester. I like my work, I like photography, but for whatever reason I have just not been feeling it.
What I have been feeling is illustration. I have dabbled and worked with illustration sense high school, but as I told Tracey recently, it is something I have never had critiqued or have ever tried to go to the next level with.
I am very self conscious about it… Not as illustration, but as art. As something that could be part of my graduate program, as something people will see as worth while.
I have an idea for a story. It involves my daughter waking up small and going on an adventure around the house. I would take pictures of her and the house and put her into them. Much in the style of my current photo montage pieces. I am also thinking about this space graphic novel about a girl astronaut. And there are 1 million things my internal critic is saying about this. Tracey asked me a question that I am using to help. She asked if I would regret not doing this stuff (illustration, book making, kids books) and my answer is yes.
I will regret not making this story featuring Charlotte while she is still young enough to model for it. I will regret not doing what I enjoy and what I have ideas for. I will regret not at least seeing this through.
But I am terrified of this risk. So that probably means it is what I need to do. The funniest part of this, is I almost applied to the program with a children’s book I had illustrated, but I was dissuaded and instead used the photos. It is strange how things come around, connect and fall together.