Art Takes Time

The start of Memory Cult

I get to talk to incredible photographers during OPEN HOURS, some of whom I’ve known for a long time

I met with someone recently I’ve known since we met in a photography group in 2017

We appreciated each others feedback, so I asked her back then if I could send her an idea I was working on

The idea was a class that focused on completing one project a month

That was five years ago

Far Off Dreams

Then I talked with another who has beautiful dreams of a slower, analogue practice, self-developing in a physical space

It seems far off, she said

It is, I replied

Five years feels just right for a big endeavor

A lot of our practice gets caught up on Instagram, which incentivizes and rewards one photo at a time posted frequently

I love it, but my most exciting creative endeavors are those long term and hard-won

Right now? My book, my artist rental, my dark room and studio, showing your works in a gallery show

I don’t know the timeframe of them, but it’s long

Time is a fact

There’s no shame being at the beginning, middle or stalled realization of a project (or skill)

Prolific artists accept this, working humbly with various levels of confidence toward their labyrinthine desires

The courage I found in 2017 was not to follow my creative dreams but to shed their timeline

Painfully, truthfully, beautifully — art takes time