Ive officially have entered one of the most prolific and sustained photographic undertakings in my personal history. Opening the third week of basically owning my own studio and lighting kit, I ve gone strictly commercial and back again. Honestly I feel like ive used this time to prove to myself that I could endlessly light and capture, ‘things’ whatever those ‘things’ maybe. I love life and light now. I worship the light. I honestly didn’t know how far my dedication for photography could go, never mind over a decade of personal experience and practice from disposable 35mm to large format 4×5. I still had no idea what it would be like to earn a living as a ‘photographer’, even after completing my third year of undergraduate study at RIT, I had no idea of what operating a studio would demand, mentally and practically.
I decided this summer to be a champion of the still life, in order to test my patience. By all accounts still life is considered original photographic tradition and in my opinion, one of the most difficult. Photographing in a white room isolated from the abundance of the surrounding world is a complete contradiction to the principles that first attracted me to photography. I loved walking with a camera, waiting for the world to unfold its story before my eyes, climbing trees. Now, I have to collect the story and bring it to my studio, oh how things have changed, but I realize, as much as my craft changes, my interests remain the same. I’ve never loved anything more than the power of acute observation, the penetrating gaze of my mind’s eye focused. I never have stopped feeling like a modern day alchemist, using the powers of chemicals and magic to create new marvelous views and vitality. Light will never lose its luster for me; the satisfaction of seeing it beaming through the trees or refracting in a spoon, its my mainline. I could only realize the truth in the statement after I have gone to my studio and photographed for fourteen days straight and im not ready to stop.
Sometimes Im an adman with hollow concepts and flashy realism and then sometimes I am a Fine Artist, looking for the essence of an object and its subtlety. Sometimes I am in between no fucking idea what to call it or who I am, but it makes me feel good, so ill call it discovery. I’ve been discovering myself and its bizarre because its always in the least likely of places. Outside of any serious concern for art history or originality. I just like looking and just that’s how it is. At this point Sunday and Wednesday, I really dont know what to show you, i have beverages, utensils, optical tricks, ive painted with light and color. Now im thinking about finding some concrete career direction so I can put together a coherent portfolio, but for the time being Im open to suggestions, sunday and wednesday what would you like to see? Im taking requests, any challenges? maybe people will comment, i know youre reading this…. 
