It took decades for me to convince myself that I am an artist. Everyone else with a camera was an artist, but I…alas, I was merely photographer and writer, not artist and author. Being the passive masochist that I am, I now seek new frustrations and critiques as part of my newest personal evolution, through selling stock. When shooting in this genre, I must look at my photographs from a marketing perspective, more than from an aesthetic one. This is proving to be more difficult than I had imagined.
Until a few months ago I never knew what a thick line there was between art and stock, (I still don't realize it completely today). It is increasingly evident that my artistry has no place in stock, and vice-versa; with that, I am coming to terms. Also, I have accepted the fact that it is okay to make money from my photography, and to know that by doing so, I’m not selling out.
I no longer feel nauseous about sacrificing some creativity for stock sales; I have other outlets for my artistic darker side. Now I let my lighter side shoot the stock which requires no pain, no soul searching, no angst…just a good eye and great lighting, and I save the dark brooding stuff for my own websites.
Now I can, sans guilt, satisfy the creative child in me, as well as my bank account.
“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.” ---Henry Ward Beecher