The year 2019 saw a return to high-volume photographic output.
Several years have passed since I shot over 5,000 images across twelve months. This year, with the aid of a new Canon camera and the ability to drive myself places, we once again topped 10,000 frames for the year. In some aspects, it doesn’t really seem like much. Then, I think how far behind I got with processing at times and there’s no question it has been a busy year.
Our processing methods progressed over the year as well. We were able to produce a lot more content in the Experimental Series and looking back at those images now is very exciting. I am more convinced than ever that this is a good direction for the future. In addition to that, I spent a great deal of time developing a higher level of digital art techniques that are especially noticeable in photographs posted in November and December. We’ll be looking for appropriate ways to advance those skills.
One significant event this year was having work accepted into juried art shows. I’ve shunned juried shows for several years, but this year seemed like a good time to change that stance. As a result, I won the People’s Choice Award for the Seattle Erotic Art Festival. Given the success of this past year’s attempts, that will definitely be a direction we will pursue in 2020.
We also exhibited a fair amount locally, but that proved to not be as successful. I am deeply disturbed by the fact that people in the Midwest don’t buy art as an investment when they buy art at all. I’ll be talking with connected people to discuss how to change that matter, but in the meantime, I think local exhibitions may not be worth the expense.
I enjoyed working with some incredible people this week, a cool mix of new faces and some I never shot before. It was especially great to have Pashur House back and have the privilege of witnessing his incredible talent. I’m very much hoping that we can re-connect again this year. Time will tell. I’m also hoping to find many new faces and personalities.
The downside, as usual, has been negative reaction to our work from people who are completely uninvolved and deserve no real voice. One model’s presence had to be completely scrubbed from our site to meet the demands of her new employer whose complaint is illegitimate at best and possibly illegal. Others have had to go by only their first names, a practice we’ve now adopted universally just to avoid any future problems. What can I say? The world is full of ignorant people and we cannot fight them all.
Looking back is fun. Rather than our usual format, though, I thought it would be easier to put some of my favorite shots from this year in a video. The seven-and-a-half-minute video includes at least one shot of every person and event we’ve shot this year. There’s no particular order, but it’s well worth watching to see your favorites. It’s been a creative year. I hope you enjoy the look back.
Black Lives DO Matter
The United States, since its inception, has denied the value of black lives. We are overdue for a change.
I am privileged. I know that. To some degree, I’ve always known that. The fact that we were poor, living in borrowed housing, and barely making ends meet didn’t change that. My brother and I look white and that automatically gives us privilege in the United States. So much so, that our mother actually discouraged us from claiming the native heritage that courses dominantly through our blood. She specifically forbid us from getting tribal roll numbers. Her reason was rooted in history.
“They gave us numbers before,” she said. “They gave us numbers and rounded us up. Your great-great-grandparents were Tsa=La=Gi (Cherokee), had a nice home in what is now Georgia, did nice business, got along well with their Choctaw neighbors. Then, the government came, rounded everyone up, and took our land. They made us move. They watched us die. We learned a lesson. Don’t let them number you again. They don’t need to know what their eyes don’t tell them.”
We grew up with the privilege of looking white and at the time didn’t give it a second thought. There are many problems with privilege, though, one of the biggest being that it makes one blind to the challenges and abuse of others. Privilege lets us sit safely at home, watching protests on our televisions and phones, while not worrying about whether we’re going to be killed the next time we step out of the house. Privilege disconnects us from those in need, those in trouble, and those being mistreated at the hands of a government for whom too many of us voted.
We all have sat by too long and watched as our black neighbors endured challenges we couldn’t fathom. We’ve watched them be killed simply for existing and blamed it on everything except the real problem: the United States is a systemically racist country.
The protests that have filled our streets the past two weeks demonstrate how severe the problem is. Yet, protests alone don’t change anything. Policies have to change. Laws must be written. And along the way, a helluva lot of white people are going to be made to feel uncomfortable as the power to bully black people and other people of color is taken away from them. There’s a lot that has to happen.
I could continue that list at some length but that reduces the likelihood of anyone reading so I’ll stop there. The protests must continue. Our history of systemic racism goes all the way back to the first white person who ever set foot on our shores. Racism was one of the diseases brought over on the Mayflower. The heritage of suffering and abuse is long and one of the places we see that abuse reflected is in the music of black people. So, what I want to leave you with today is not merely a set of pictures from our archives, but a set of songs representing the history of the struggle black people have faced in the United States.
Look. Listen. Pay attention. Keep marching. Keep chanting. Create the change that improves the lives of black people everywhere. Black lives DO matter.
“One of these mornings and it won’t be long; you’re gonna look for me and I’ll be gone.”
“You gotta fight on just a little while longer …”
“Deep in heart, I do believe, we shall overcome someday.”
“Brother we can’t quit until we get our share.”
“It’s been a long time comin’ but I know change is gonna come.”
“Black rage is founded on blocking the truth
Murder and crime, compromise and distortion.“
This is America
Don’t catch you slippin’ now
Look at how I’m livin’ now
Police be trippin’ now
Yeah, this is America.
If you think we live in the land of the free
You should try to be Black like me.
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