Over the past few months, I’ve spent the majority of my time shooting film. I have described the appeal in other blog posts, but I have come to deeply appreciate the imperfections that film shooting accentuates. My journey through film has included a number of “hacks” that entail running 35mm film through medium format cameras, or shooting with an array of cheap, plastic cameras. Developing black and white film in my kitchen sink has allowed me a closed loop on my image production, and it has liberated me from the constraints of the “perfect” image.
Digital cameras have created so many opportunities for capturing images that in the past would have been impossible (or extremely challenging) to achieve with film. However, with all of the technological advances has come a plethora of similarity. Perfectly exposed, perfectly stopped action, perfect, perfect, perfect. Ultra fast shutter speeds and rapid frame-per-second rates have exacerbated the “spray and pray” approach to digital shooting. With all of this comes boring sameness. Social media has already made each image almost instantly disposable, and a scan through my Instagram feed reinforces the easy dismissal of what might even be an outstanding individual photograph. It all just gets lost in the deluge.
Maybe it’s the acceptance of living in a “new reality” (how I hate that term) that has pushed me further away from conventional thinking, or maybe I’ve watched too many YouTube videos of “influencers’ testing out lenses and cameras, or even different film stocks. It all merges into white noise of sameness, mediocrity, a general lack of originality. I have been embracing the crudeness of film shooting, the limits of sharpness, the beauty of film grain, the roughness of film sprocket holes, blasted out highlights and undetailed shadows. Image quality that reflects the world as it is right now. Turmoil and upheaval and unfairness, and bigotry, and violence, and selfishness… and death. Pain washes over all of us in time, as the maestro Robert Frank once said… fitting that it has crept into my image making. But this is not all doom and gloom thinking and creating, as I find the entire process to be cathartic, and ultimately, life affirming. I realize that I have my own way of seeing the world, and my own way of showing the world. And yes, sometimes that’s a dark vision, but sometimes there is a light in the darkness, and sometimes it just feels good to exorcise some ghosts that rattle in the depths of my mind.
I often quote Henri Cartier-Bresson’s statement that “sharpness is a bourgeois concept.” I am empowered to reject the expectation of clarity, sharpness, cleanliness and perfection. I have published a number of zines under the masthead “Flaunt The Imperfections” and it is in this spirit that my most recent work has evolved. Real life isn’t perfect… why should my art be any different?