I was unprepared (as usual) for posting today. No thought what so ever. So I delved into the archives to see if I had taken any photographs on my birthday. I thought not. But then there were two times. 2014 and 2013.
I looked at the 2013 hoping for a frame to jump out at me. The only one was a photograph I took of an artist that was living on the streets of New York. I remember him being talented and interesting. He gave me permission to take a photo of him. I've forgotten his name.
Then I moved to 2014. I didn't forget the photographs in that folder but I did forget that I shot them on my birthday. Last birthday I was in Los Angeles. The photograph that jumped out was a a photograph of a photograph of an artist I actually shot a long time ago. I remember seeing this photograph and wanting to shoot it. This artist is obviously at the other end of the successful spectrum from the homeless artist.
Looking at the 2014 Artist Image got me reflecting on his and the 2013 Artist Image with regards to their perceived success or failure. And those thoughts led to me thinking about my own and when and how I take stock of my life accomplishments and disappointments. From there I thought about whether I (and then everyone else) reflect more on my birthday or more on New Years day. I'm not sure. And then I'm wondering if I should even be taking stock at all. I think it could be counter-productive for an artist.
That all led to me wondering which of these two artists is closer to who I am, and hoped that I could be a little of both.
Then I went back at 2013 and looked at more of those photographs and saw one that perfectly depicts how I felt looking at the above photographs and trying to figure myself out.
My conclusion? Next year on my birthday I should go out and get drunk.