I just finished up a week of totally random shooting. There is something about randomness that I think makes the best art-- the kind with the rough edges, the imperfect lighting or sound, that hasn't had the life throttled out of it by technique.
The problem with randomness is you might not end up with anything whatsoever. You could drive for hours and not find anything special enough to respond to artistically, you could meet someone and have no connection on any physical or spiritual or mental level, and you may come up with a great idea on the spot but lack the equipment or the right clothes or the right person to bring that idea to fruition.
So, this week I had a soaking wet rainy day, location come up as unavailable, a model sick, an event where there were thousands of people between me and any great shot, a roadtrip filled with unmentionable emotional stress... and that was just the photographic side of life. Personally I got a new part time job, drank far more than average, had a seizure thanks to an overenthusiastic friend, saw a therapist for the first time, got a huge chunk of change from taxes, and had quite a few other "what the fuck is happening" kinds of moments. Somehow it all gets filtered into the photos.
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