Some of you will remember that after I came back from Lalibela in January, I had a bit of a crisis of direction, which you can read about in agonizing detail here: New beginnings, or, tossing the 50mm out with the bathwater.
I added an update a few months later, There, which was mostly to remind myself to stop whining and just do the work.
This trip to Venice was an excellent bookend to the year. I spent most of the year shooting in color (!) with a 28mm lens (!!), and at a fast shutter speed (!!!). The idea was not necessarily that I was going to change directions completely, but that I needed to do some “cross training” to get myself out of what was quickly becoming a rut. An attractive rut, to be sure, but a rut nonetheless.
These photos I made in Venice feel like the beginning of another turn of the crank. They are absolutely thematically and aesthetically linked to the work I was doing a year ago, and yet they are also definitely a step forward, an opening of a new direction for me to work on.
Most importantly, I’m back to using this weirdo thing I do as a way of interrogating the world around me, instead of just applying a standard filter to it.