GETTIN’ OUT OF MY OWN WAY

2025 may end up being the inflection point I’ve often heard art photographers talk about when referring to the moment it finally clicked for them, when they found their style, their niche, their personal touch inspired by the “masters” of yore but distinctive enough to feel as theirs.

It made sense, in theory, to hear about “getting out of one’s own way” in podcasts and the likes, but it now seems to make more tailored art to live by this creed, which I initially understood as the ability to create with no pressure to conform, to improve technical know-how, to birth would-be masterworks with every click and to invite viewers into wow reactions, but which, in reality, mostly refers to aligning one’s creative outputs not only with one’s tastes but more importantly, and more crucially, with one’s personality.

This is when the work starts to flow on its own, with some degree of consistency, whether aesthetically or else, because it flows under the impulse of a trusted, accepted self, in this case, a moody, somewhat cynical, happily boring self whom, during a recent train ride, took, well, moody, somewhat cynical, happily boring, motion-induced blurry shots and shared them below.