I, the Fictiomentarian:September 12, 2012
Gerard Way, lead singer for My chemical Romance once said, “Be yourself, don’t take anyone’s shit, and never let them take you alive.” And while I might not necessarily have complete faith in humans in general, one can not, and must not resist celebrating the unique quality of human individuality. Over the last three years I can’t even begin to count the number of times I have heard the phrase “the market is flooded with photographers right now”. Myself included of course. But it is this wave that we so negatively speak of that brings with it the opportunity to, well, surf. The technical aspect of being a photographer in many ways is the easy part. Defining ourselves however, is an uphill battle. Thankfully life experience can not be saved as a photoshop action. Everything I have endured in life, from love lost to love won is brought out in the way that I document every love story. Albums can be added and fees can be reduced but it is our life experiences that define us as artists and and more importantly as individuals. This can not be sold or mass produced as a lightroom plugin. I’m often asked to describe my own personal style to potential clients. For the longest time this was the ultimate struggle for me. I long admired those who were “traditional” or “documentarians” because when you described yourself as either of these it was pretty clear what type of artist you were. I never really felt like I fit into any particular class and as a result often felt like the fat kid last picked in dodgeball. It has always been my sincerest desire to simply show my clients what their wedding looked like through MY eyes. To tell them a story. Their story. I admire those like Jonas Peterson and Tyler Branch who I feel are some of the greatest wedding documentarians of our time. I often find myself envying their ridiculous awareness, capturing so many candid moments on any given Saturday that I am convinced they must take thousands upon thousands of images in the expanse of a wedding. But at the end of the day that is not who I am. My brain simply does not work that way and I have finally made peace with this. I am not aware as much as I am imaginative. And as if it were a campfire story I wind and weave a tale, embracing the fictionmentarian inside, recounting imagery inspired by true events. Y0u wouldn’t ask pollock to paint a landscape would you? Assuming that all painters paint alike is about as realistic as assuming that all wedding photographers cover weddings the same. I am not them. They are not me. I am me, and can only be me. I know nothing else.
Fictiomentarian: Storytelling inspired by true events.