The past few months have been a complete blur. Very little sleep, an overload of work, and a collection of other misfortunes left me feeling completely down and exhausted this week, especially in regards to my work and my art. So I slept in, tore apart and reorganized my room, and curled up with my Wii remote to take a much needed Netflix vacation.
And I started feeling very sorry for myself. Frustrated about my financial situation. Frustrated about my discontent with my portfolio. Frustrated about my location. Frustrated by a long of list of what my friend Taylor would remind me are merely “first world problems.” Then I watched the movie Billy Elliot. For those who’ve never seen it, its story of an 11-year old boy, Billy, who quits boxing to pursue his passion for dance. Against the opposition of his father and brother, he works his ass off to excel at his craft, finally winning their approval and getting the chance to live his passion daily. And whats more, be accepted for it. I suppose you could consider it your usual movie about overcoming adversity, although more fantastically crafted than most. But what hit me hardest about the story, was realizing that the characters in these movies I most relate to…these people with an overwhelming passion to change their world and the world as a whole through their passion…work exceedingly hard.
They sacrifice for it. Every single day of their lives is a pursuit to become better, to improve, to learn. For all those who have worked to pursue their happiness, their passion, and leave their mark on the world…it has not been easy. But to truly have a passion for something, is to enjoy that hard work. For me, this realization was a call to action. How many nights have I let myself become down or doubtful of my work, or angry of my circumstances? Waiting for someone to reach out and hand me the career or lifestyle or project budget I wish to have as if I deserve it by merely deciding I want it? I have NOT done my best. I have NOT worked my hardest. I have NOT made my art a daily ritual, or my education in my art a constant occurrence.
More times than not I have allowed myself to let excuses run rapid, and convinced myself I was powerless to achieve against them. I wonder to myself what happened to the girl that thought one light, a basic camera, a few friends, and some paint could change something. I lost her somewhere. And I refuse to ever let her go again. I know that the resources to make the art inside me are here around me if I would only take the initiative to reach out. So many days I profess what dreams of mine could become reality if I could only have a little help, but who I am to be realized if I can’t simply ask for it?
So here I am..asking for the help of Omaha creatives. I’m looking to assemble teams for two upcoming photo collection endeavor’s of mine that I’m extremely excited to be starting. It’s time for me to get off my butt and get my portfolio where I want it to be, and I simply can not do it all alone.
I am looking to collaborate with talented :
Make Up Artists
Set Designers/Interior Designers/Interior Decorators
I am also looking to take on a few ambitious and creative photography assistants.
If you are interested in collaborating and more information, please send the following information to firstname.lastname@example.org :
Type Of Artist
Link to or Photos of Previous Work/Portfolio
If you are interested in more information about assisting at shoots please email this information to email@example.com :
Link or Attach Photo Work or Portfolio
What type of photography inspires or interests you the most and why?
I look forward to hearing from you and checking out your work!
P.s. I’ve been told before that I am an intimidating person to approach. Don’t really know why that seems to be the consensus, but rest assured, I only bite on Sundays.