I was looking at a book called Self-Portraits by Vivian Maier and thought I'd try my own self portrait. Vivian created a book of shots of her reflected in many surfaces. Vivian worked as a nanny. On her days off Vivian wandered around NYC with her camera looking for herself. I don't think she wanted anyone to see the pictures because almost all the film was found in her storage locker after she died. She didn't want to think of herself as a photographer, just a nanny who took pictures.
I've been reading books about photographers who see something of themselves in their photographs. Diane Arbus thought she was a freak and dirty so most of her photo were of people in the sex trade and retarded people.
Maybe that is what I do is wander around Seattle looking for myself. Maybe I am lost and only I can find me.
No comments:
Post a Comment