“We wrapped ‘em all in a mains’l tight
With twice ten turns of a hausers bight
And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight
With a yo heave ho and fare you well
And a sullen plunge in a sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.”
Robert Lewis Stevenson
From May 2015 to October 2021 I was quite active on Instagram, publicly exploring for the majority of my time there my particular version of street photography.
I tried many methods, many apps, and all my shots were done with a mobile phone.
Some good stuff for sure over all that time. And I met many photographers from all over the world also photographing their city street life.
But even before the pandemic retreat (for those of us in LA, it was March 2020), I started feeling fatigue in sharing my work so frequently after I achieved my aim – to become confident in a method of documenting my every day observance of strangers in my environment.
I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again – social media is ok for learning through sharing, enlarging one’s community on a global level, and advertising. But posting one’s ongoing work there as a matter of habit is for me, anyway, completely out of synch with the ebbs and flows of creating, the seclusion needed between existing and new work in gestation. And, totally at odds with my anti-public performance, non-attention seeking personality.
Therefore, unless deep into those particular setups mentioned – wrap the expired interest up, and heave ho it into the ocean.