And poor old Garry Winogrand became so compulsively drawn to it that he died leaving between 2,600 and 4,500 undeveloped cassettes of film... the figures vary from source to source, casting doubt on the entire matter.
But is that healthy? Surely that's obsession and little more? But then isn't all of art compulsive? You are, or you are not an artist, something entirely outwith your control...
But, is compulsively shooting everything that passes you, that seems to fit within your obsession of frame, truly art, especially if you never see the result? He apparently once claimed to photograph things just to see how they would 'photograph' which, if you abandon processing them, you never know or, on the other hand, you do know just so completely that, in effect, you do have all the answers and your life's journey is over: you achieved the understanding and it doesn't matter anymore - it's the doing that becomes absolute master of you.
I tend to believe this is true, because I find that I also seem to be clicking away like a machine on auto, simply because I have always clicked... what to do if there's silence?
Rob C