I am an artist. I mean: making art is my job. "My job is good and easy," I tell myself on the difficult days. I say it's good and easy because sometimes that's easier than arguing the reverse. But on the days when I show up early, work hard, fight through the pains (physical, mental, emotional) and get paid very little, it's anything but easy. But on days like this, when I take my camera & a friend for a walk, I almost giggle with excitement, "my job is good and easy." Today my job is to photograph a body in a landscape.
My friend Sarah and I agree to do a late fall photoshoot for my photo series Skin.Rock.Bone. It's the first week of November in Minnesota, so we are cautiously optimistic about the bare "skin" part of this adventure. The day starts out gray and slightly rainy, but we agree to forge on nonetheless. I am just coming from teaching two morning dance classes (one to first graders and one for people of mixed age & ability). I am ready to get outside and play!
I know from talking to Sarah about the Skin.Rock.Bone shoot that she is a bit nervous. She's not alone. Almost everyone I shoot feels some sort of nerves or jitters. But here's the thing: our bodies are beautiful! And inevitably when I spend a little time with someone, photographing or otherwise, I see that person's positive qualities and reflect them back to him/her/they. When it comes to photography, the issue is complicated by our previous experience with body image, media fantasy, sexual objectification, the selfie obsession, gender expectations, culture, and the list goes on. To feel good about one's body is a difficult and complex endeavor.
We must try anyway.