I'm one of those artists. You know the ones. They've known since they were little that they wanted to create for a living, for their life. I think at first I wanted to be an illustrator and author, but I remember my public declaration of love for photography as clear as Gladwrap. We were on holiday in our caravan, mum thinks I would've been about ten at the time, and I set up a shot of my Walkman and Icehouse cassette. How avant garde. After taking the photo with my powder blue 110 camera, I went and told mum that I wanted to do a photography course one day. Fast forward to 1998 and I completed my fine arts degree.
I bring this up as I had another moment/epiphany/light globe smacked in the head. Last week I had a newborn session and the first image I edited (see below) made my stomach lurch and, I admit, tear up. And then the bub's mum told me it made her tear up. So I teared up again. At first I thought my reactions were just because I'm a mum which gives you the ability to cry at nappy ads, but I realised it was something more. All this eye-dabbing was a big reminder that a photograph can hold great power and what an amazing thing that is.
I've always known that I want to create forever but this defining moment really brought home how rewarding creating for others is, plus it's something that I need/want/am meant to be doing. Being able to create for others as my day job just happens to be a bonus.
*Disclaimer: Consumption of biscuits is recommend with this post as it seems to be quite cheesy x
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