I don't know how many times I went back and forth.
Yes, I will.
No, I won't.
Yes, I will.
And, at the 11th hour, with time and my chances rapidly disappearing into the the land of "I Wish I Had," I did it. I signed up, sent off the Pay Pal payment, and I wondered just what I was getting myself into.
I don't like selfies; I feel completely and utterly ridiculous taking them. Too much drumming into my mind during childhood that this sort of thing smacks of putting yourself first, above others. It's not at all humble.
I did it anyway. If I am going to figure out why I hate myself in photos so darn much, I had to do a bit of inner probing. Other than it going against the pounded into my head idea of humility, what else is going on here? I knew I needed a safe spot, somewhere where the words could accompany the photograph, and no one would judge, at least aloud.
You're looking at day 1's self portrait. Notice that it's a portrait, not a selfie, and that's key. I'm shooting with intent, not just recording a moment in time. I am going to be doing this for 10 days, with weekends off for good behavior! To be honest, the weekends serve as a bit of a rest, a catching up if needed.
I'm on a learning curve here, so be patient. "Self Portraiture as Medicine" is being led by the lovely and amazingly talented Catherine Just, a conceptual photographer based in Los Angeles. I began exploring conceptual photography, where the photo illustrates an idea, not such an easy thing to do sometimes, but I think that's why it fascinates me so much. Can I do this and do it somewhat well? I'm still not sure yet, but to quote a recent blog entry, "I'm not there yet, but I'm farther than I was yesterday."
I really am in an in between sort of place at the moment, letting go of certain people and things, certain expectations that I either can't meet or no longer wish to meet. Some sort of shift is happening, a really good one, I think. It's a bit exhausting and a bit frightening, but at the same time pretty darn exhilarating! I'm moving toward something good.
And, so this first day's portrait, a rather early morning one at that, and a result of letting go of expectations.
I meant to take advantage of the morning light, hoping for that beautiful soft diffused glow.
Instead, I got more of a harsh light, and boy, did I get shadows.
I almost quit right there; it didn't look promising having difficulty from the get go.
Unexpectedly, something clicked. I realized that my Iphone's shadow created a perfect mask; my camera is what I always hide behind, and when I can't be behind the camera, I do my very best at hiding in the photo somewhere, maybe a corner, maybe behind someone tall.
And, even though it masks me, you can still see my eyes. I'm beginning to look out at you, to meet your gaze, and most of all to look inside of me.
My mouth; kind of bizarre, isn't it? Yet, kinda pretty darn cool. For so very long, I've kept my mouth shut, following the rules and guidelines because that's what good girls do. I always did take pride in being the good girl.
I'm beginning to open it more and more, not just to spout off, but to say my piece when I think it's important. Not in an ugly way or an unkind way, but yes, I'll say it. Sometimes, no matter how carefully I try, i set off the beginnings of World War 3. So, this bizarre half gone mouth fits in its own strange way.
I don't know that I "like" this portrait, but I know that it sings power of some sort. It tends to make me a bit uncomfortable; it's not the sort of photo that makes someone gasp in delight. That's okay; it's saying what I need it to say.
So, I'm diving in deep and taking a chance here; I'm completely on a learning curve. Some of these self portraits will work, some won't. I'm going to show them anyway. I've always thought that we need to share more of our "mistakes," that no matter the artist, the writer, the photographer, there will be mistakes. I really believe that our mistakes let others hope a bit; we're not quite so cowed anymore.
Bear with me; come along for the journey. I'll be leaving many details of the class blank; people paid for it, and I have no wish or right to give it away for free.
I hope we all learn something; I hope we all enjoy the ride.
And, I hope we're all closer today to where we want to be than we were yesterday.