People ask if I consider these photographs that I take to be considered art. To me they are. I guess its all about perception, how much value one holds in a photograph. Maybe someone my age can’t benefit from a picture taken after a prom, but somebody 22-23 years old might get nostalgic at the sight of teenagers at a prom. 

It would give emotion to the viewer. If a simple picture can make a person feel anything: sadness, anger, joy, etc., then it has served its purpose just as much as any other art form. 

Funny how money can change the perspective of things. I am an artist, specifically a photographer, filmmaker, and writer. But the lack of money that I make from doing my art  kind of kept me down for a while (mostly because people would rather pay their friends to do bullshit work for them). Frankly, it didn’t affect me as much until I began thinking about the future. What if it stays that way, what if things don’t change, and other bullshit thoughts. 

But, you know what, fuck money. Sure, I’ll pay bills, buy a few nice things, and the such, but money will never define my success. Ever. I have had people tell me that I changed their life & their way of thinking (for the better). That means more to me than anything else. Bukowski wasn’t a full time writer until he was 49. Maybe I can work odd jobs. Who knows, right?

But at the end of the day, fuck money.