arigram
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First of all, I have to apologise for starting this thread in the "Ethics and Philosophy" category, a place too heavy for this personal whine, but I found the Lounge a bit too far off on the other side.
Secondly, I do have to apologise for the mere existence of this post, which might well be no more than an immature whine (as I mentioned before), or a childish cry for attention.
I am 33 years old and I am pretty much a failure in life. I have no purpose of existence and I am an immature self centered pessimistic coward with nothing to be proud of and too many things to be ashamed of. I have been trying to find a place in life, but not trying very hard and backing off with the smallest obstacle.
So, I thought I could make something with photography. I found out that I am neither a good professional, or a good artist, so its hard to fit in a place that only has seats for the former. I am too pretentious and elitist to be shooting weddings and hotels but not talented and self appreciative enough to compete in the local tiny art world. So, I pretty much abandoned photography because I don't want just to do a job to fill my stomach, I want to make something of myself. And the vast majority of commercials jobs in Greece are cheap and soul consuming.
So, while I am trying to figure out things, I get this offer.
My father (a long time owner of a newspaper and journalist) talked with the owner of a press agency and so I was offered a book deal.
Nobody has seen my photographs, even my father has seen only very few of them, so I was not offered this opportunity for my talents and worth, but because of my daddy's connections. Something that doesn't sit well with my ego.
The other concern of mine is that I know the Greek people and they wouldn't buy a book of mine. I don't do nationalist/localist photography (bad postcard quality shots of pretty local landscape, old ladies, villages and themes like that) but that's the only thing people here can understand and appreciate ("oh look at this pretty beach") as they only see the subject matter not the photograph.
A book is something very important to an artist. It has the value of ten private shows and is something that unlike the exhibitions, will stay in somebody's bookcase or even at a public library. Your art will remain to be seen, theoretically forever. One can forget a badly prepared exhibition of beginner's work, but not a book.
I am at a point in my life where I am trying to figure out what I should do. I look at my photography and I am far from being appreciative of it. I don't consider my photographic work as anything special, let alone good. If I have a handful of cute shots I see them more as fucking-lucky accidents than results of my skills and talents. The photographs I have taken, especially the prepared ones, like the studio work, is nowhere near what I have in my mind. I am trying to decide if they just don't represent me or I am plainly not very good at all. I don't feel I have taken the photographs that I would have liked to take. My technique is very sloppy, my subject matter uninteresting and my aesthetics are stereotypical. I look at the work of others, even new photographers and see in them so much more potential and talent and material that could make far more worthy publications.
I have so far refrained from competitions, exhibitions and posts to magazines for I don't see any artistic worth in my work.
So, I am kinda lost.
I am looking at my work and scanning some of it and planning to upgrade my website. One problem is that my photography is all over the place and I don't have a series that I consider finished. Then I have decided to ask one or two photographs whose opinions I trust and admire to decide if I am going further with the book or not and to help me make the choices. I am very broke and would have very much welcomed some money, but on the other hand, I feel too ashamed to call myself an artist and compare myself to other photographers. I really don't want to come out with a stupid book.
Why have I written this here?
I guess mostly to vent. I am not really asking for petting and sweet words of compassion, nor do I want you to "help out" in any way. This is honestly not a cry for attention and flattery; I have really thought hard of posting this here.
But I am lost and confused. I battle deep depression for more than twenty years and my compass is broken. This is not the first "cry for help" I have written in APUG; there have been several, that got me nowhere and which I see as childish. But I really have nowhere else to turn to.
Do you have any thoughts to help me find some balance and get my bearings working again? Do you think I should go ahead with this book even if I am uncertain of its worth?
Secondly, I do have to apologise for the mere existence of this post, which might well be no more than an immature whine (as I mentioned before), or a childish cry for attention.
I am 33 years old and I am pretty much a failure in life. I have no purpose of existence and I am an immature self centered pessimistic coward with nothing to be proud of and too many things to be ashamed of. I have been trying to find a place in life, but not trying very hard and backing off with the smallest obstacle.
So, I thought I could make something with photography. I found out that I am neither a good professional, or a good artist, so its hard to fit in a place that only has seats for the former. I am too pretentious and elitist to be shooting weddings and hotels but not talented and self appreciative enough to compete in the local tiny art world. So, I pretty much abandoned photography because I don't want just to do a job to fill my stomach, I want to make something of myself. And the vast majority of commercials jobs in Greece are cheap and soul consuming.
So, while I am trying to figure out things, I get this offer.
My father (a long time owner of a newspaper and journalist) talked with the owner of a press agency and so I was offered a book deal.
Nobody has seen my photographs, even my father has seen only very few of them, so I was not offered this opportunity for my talents and worth, but because of my daddy's connections. Something that doesn't sit well with my ego.
The other concern of mine is that I know the Greek people and they wouldn't buy a book of mine. I don't do nationalist/localist photography (bad postcard quality shots of pretty local landscape, old ladies, villages and themes like that) but that's the only thing people here can understand and appreciate ("oh look at this pretty beach") as they only see the subject matter not the photograph.
A book is something very important to an artist. It has the value of ten private shows and is something that unlike the exhibitions, will stay in somebody's bookcase or even at a public library. Your art will remain to be seen, theoretically forever. One can forget a badly prepared exhibition of beginner's work, but not a book.
I am at a point in my life where I am trying to figure out what I should do. I look at my photography and I am far from being appreciative of it. I don't consider my photographic work as anything special, let alone good. If I have a handful of cute shots I see them more as fucking-lucky accidents than results of my skills and talents. The photographs I have taken, especially the prepared ones, like the studio work, is nowhere near what I have in my mind. I am trying to decide if they just don't represent me or I am plainly not very good at all. I don't feel I have taken the photographs that I would have liked to take. My technique is very sloppy, my subject matter uninteresting and my aesthetics are stereotypical. I look at the work of others, even new photographers and see in them so much more potential and talent and material that could make far more worthy publications.
I have so far refrained from competitions, exhibitions and posts to magazines for I don't see any artistic worth in my work.
So, I am kinda lost.
I am looking at my work and scanning some of it and planning to upgrade my website. One problem is that my photography is all over the place and I don't have a series that I consider finished. Then I have decided to ask one or two photographs whose opinions I trust and admire to decide if I am going further with the book or not and to help me make the choices. I am very broke and would have very much welcomed some money, but on the other hand, I feel too ashamed to call myself an artist and compare myself to other photographers. I really don't want to come out with a stupid book.
Why have I written this here?
I guess mostly to vent. I am not really asking for petting and sweet words of compassion, nor do I want you to "help out" in any way. This is honestly not a cry for attention and flattery; I have really thought hard of posting this here.
But I am lost and confused. I battle deep depression for more than twenty years and my compass is broken. This is not the first "cry for help" I have written in APUG; there have been several, that got me nowhere and which I see as childish. But I really have nowhere else to turn to.
Do you have any thoughts to help me find some balance and get my bearings working again? Do you think I should go ahead with this book even if I am uncertain of its worth?