I came across a curious YouTube video a few weeks ago where the creator went into a philosophical discussion about creating photos and having no one ever see them.
He referred to Vivian Maier, a woman that died in 2009. She had let her storage place lapse two years prior and all her contents were “won” by John Maloof, Ron Slattery, and Randy Prow. In her storage space were decades of developed and undeveloped film of her street photography work.
Vivian spent all her free time photographing over decades and never showed anyone her work. It was only just before her death that her work was shown and took the world by storm.
Can you imagine a person like her in today’s world with an iPhone, Instagram, and Facebook?
She was a Socialist, a Feminist, a movie critic, and a tell-it-like-it-is type of person. She learned English by going to theaters, which she loved … She was constantly taking pictures, which she didn’t show anyone. via Wikipedia
She never posted her work on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram. She never did it for the likes, recognition, or adulation.
If the right people didn’t find her work, after letting her payments lapse, she would’ve died in obscurity. No one, except her living relatives, would’ve known who she was and her odd quirks.
My initial reaction was “OMG, how lucky we are to know her work” but how many Vivian Maier’s are out there? And how many will we never know?
Why Shoot if You’re Not Going to Show?
In today’s FOMO world and siloed social media, we’re driven to create content and share our photographs. If our creative work is well received we might get a like or a comment. On the surface, this instant feedback is good. You can learn faster and course-correct as needed.
But the darker side to instant feedback is that you get hooked on it. You might tie up your entire self-worth or voice as a creative in little likes and hearts.
I find that incredibly upsetting. We are more than just social media likes and hearts, at least I’d like to think we are.
Plus, developing your style and your voice takes time. It takes making mistakes, falling, and getting back up again, time after time, to develop who you are as an artist and photographer.
Perhaps it might be a good thing NOT to show your work for a long time or even at all. You need time to find your voice and develop your style if you want to be an artist.
Some find themselves faster than others, and some — like yours truly — can take decades.
Here’s a mental exercise. What happens when you do show your work and it’s not well received? Do you then change your style to match what general society likes or wants? If you were to change, what is the reason why? Is it for the likes and hearts?
If you couldn’t care less about the likes and hearts then it begs the deepest and hardest question to answer, why do you shoot at all?
This dear friends is a question I struggle with. Why do I even shoot at all? What is my voice? What is my style? What is my message? Do I even need to have a message?
Box of Positives & Negatives
My partner and I moved our entire family to a new house 5 years ago. When we did I boxed up all my old positive slides and negatives in a box and promptly forget where I put them.
A few weeks ago I found them again and was amazed at some of the old work I did. Granted, I have to scan them in (and I’m lazy that way) but I held the positives up to the light and remembered.
I found my old landscapes from New Mexico and my 3-week exploration of the desert Southwest. I found my scrap metalwork at Port Newark. I found my old flower work.
And I found hundreds of negatives that need to be sleeved and stored. A lot of work that I will reserve for the winter if I have time.
That box of positives and negatives reminded me of Vivian Maier. She photographed and stored her work, never to be seen again. I photographed and stored my work and forgot about it. Did Vivian forget her work too?
A Life Worth Living
If I died my family would probably throw them away, a large part of my life gone. I would hope they would at least look at them before they tossed them away, but the probability of that is very low because everyone lives digitally now.
My images, good or bad, are pieces of my life. They provide a window into my past life, a place where I’ve been.
Then there are photographs of me that other people have taken. One day when they die and their work gets thrown away, that photograph of me will be thrown away too.
Will my life have been meaningless? Watch this NY Times video, it hit me hard.
In a world where photography is cheapened, a world where we hustle, a world where we live and die by the likes and hearts, is there any true meaning to photography left?
I say yes.
Its meaning can take many forms but its first and foremost’s meaning is what it is for you.
This is you. When you snap that shutter, it’s you.
A self-portrait is you. A photo of that rock you took, are you? A photo of your loved ones, it’s you. A photo of your lover, it’s you.
This is it. This is your life, the wonderful meaning that is you. Photography is just another way to bring meaning to your life if you let it be.
If you let photography be the avenue for your self-discovery and your meaning then the likes and hearts don’t matter. They become noise around you, and you are the signal.
Your work matters if it’s only for an audience of one.