tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001159023333975194.post5771808933814875649..comments2023-04-12T09:27:16.924-04:00Comments on Little ball: Commitment Little Ballhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091100706253878628noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2001159023333975194.post-91422252415136346932014-04-25T16:36:41.182-04:002014-04-25T16:36:41.182-04:00Use this venue, to spew it all out. Sometimes it ...Use this venue, to spew it all out. Sometimes it just helps to type it out, even if you never actually share it with the rest of us(though I'd definitely like to read it), because you start trying to make sense of it, so that you can write it effectively. Thing is, I get it. I can remember the hours I spent pouring over images, thinking how to make my photography better, or just grow. Eventually I'd overload, and feel sick of it. I remember very clearly in college, when that one art instructor asked us, Do you love being an artist, or do you love the IDEA of being an artist? One is an almost unstoppable drive. The other is, well, more stoppable. Without that incessant drive, the final product is much harder to produce. I eventually learned that I love photography. But the reality of photography as a job took all the joy out of it for me. F*#K!! I really don't know what I'm trying to tell you man, other than, I hate that you're in a place of doubt, in something that you've dedicated so much time and effort to. If you ever want to just chatter about it, don't hesitate to give me a shout.BIGWORMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01402622780492354683noreply@blogger.com