What is it about ‘finding your voice’ artistically that almost creates a pressure to face yourself in order to find some deep, horiffic personal problem that you can ‘deal with’ using your art? Even to the point were you think if you don’t find something bad like that to address you think you haven’t ‘found’ your voice..? Granted I have an appreciation and huge respect for that kind of work that does deal with negative and often personal issues but is the root of all art ultimately in sadness? Something about me feels that isn’t right. What happened to potential, to optimism, to creativity? Is the product of our utilitarian culture forcing us into a passive hole of observing and commenting on the world with photography and good photography is just more clever variations of observing and commenting? There doesn’t seem to be anymore creativity left, we’ve become lazy (yea, postmodernism) and we think we have nothing left to give. Well of course we don’t, we’re just looking for what we can see rather than imagining things we could bring about that are worth seeing.

Are we just going to continue adding to the noise or are we finally going to face ourselves again and look for signal?