Wyeth was wildly vilified in the "Art" World of the time for his painting "Christina's World" (1948) Take a look at where that has gone...what a boring place this world would be had we all been cursed with but one cloned conceptual vision...I tend to love even the things I hate because they swing me around yanking , or coaxing, me out of my existing state....sometimes while beating the air an unique spirit is released....I say sell the car Rob, get that tilt shift you've been yearning for and play...with the layers of experience and joys your life has held you might find something releasing from within...(kick me now as I already detect you reacting to my insolence...)
Kick you? Patricia, I'm, a self-styled gentleman or, at the very least and most accurately, of the olde worlde school! I actually
like to hold doors open for ladies who lunch. (Does a job in a Manhattan department store sound reasonable?)
To be realistic about it, I have had thoughts on and off about both the old car and the lens. The problem is this: I can't really accept the idea of spending hours, days at a computer without some sort of payoff at the end, and self-satisfaction just doesn't do it anymore. You have to remember that my career, at least once it took off, was really all about exactly that: getting the buzz from the work. It was even more important a consideration than the money, but that's probably because it was all on client budgets; now, the world has changed and not a lot is awash with cash - least of all myself! Well, the cost is a good practical weapon I can use when I find myself going out on fancy-driven mental projects such as shooting picture stories of French canals, doing other shoots on surviving, original island architecture before it vanishes under even more concrete (or decaying concrete, these days); it all sounds very nice and positive, but it also runs away with what might remain of my mobile life, and the reward is nebulous, to say the least.
Whether to vacillate between ideas is any better a pastime is not clear...
;- (
Rob C
