I’ve asked myself that question a number of times. Why do I persist with self portraiture? With trying out new ideas, struggling to illustrate different concepts, learning new photography and editing skills that can make my images more poignant, communicative and interesting? Why do I often spend hours on getting the shot right, and scrutinize it, only to be left with that vague feeling that somehow it could be better – and then redo the whole thing? Why do I discard a whole evening – or several evenings – of photoshop work, shaking my head and telling myself ”oh no, you can do better than that!” – and start all over again?
I definitely could spend my free time in a more relaxing way. I could be more social. Go out more. Or watch more TV. Maybe read more books. Yes, I certainly could. But that would leave me frustrated. Stifled. Because I know there are a lot of images in this world that haven’t been created yet. And don’t ask me why (!) but I also know that some are still meant to be created by me.