Really, I am not dead.
I just can't think of anything to say about photography. Drawing has kind of eaten my brain lately,
but I am utterly unqualified to talk about Drawing, really. Maybe some day. I draw a lot. Every day.
I am substantially less bad at drawing than I was a year ago, but I'm not good as such,
and I certainly have no expertise or theory.
It's always tempting to just pivot to a this-is-my-life blog, but for whatever reason I am loathe
to do that. Lots of people do, and that's fine, but I just don't feel it for this blog here and now.
To an extent this is a knock on effect of the workshop/retreat I did with Jonathan Blaustein
a year or so ago. I came away from that with a serious plan to do serious work, a sort of "stop
screwing around and get down to business" situation, and it turns out that I'm not quite ready
to do that. Or I don't have the time. Or the energy. Or something. Maybe I simply haven't got the stuff
for anything except screwing around.
Anyway, it was time to fish, or cut bait, and apparently I am doing whichever of those doesn't
include doing a lot of photography or writing about photography.
Consider me on indefinite hiatus, I guess. Sometimes saying "I am on hiatus" stirs the pot,
so it's 50:50 I'll be back in short order with 20,000 words, each more unhinged than the last,
but I make no promises.
I do plan to actually get back to doing photography at some point, to doing that
serious project, but it's just a hypothetical for now. Don't take me seriously until I actually
deliver some fucking pictures.