I Have No Idea What I’m Doing.

I’ve never had the attention span to develop a specific craft. I’ll dabble in one thing for a while and move on to the next.

My college portfolio showcased an ability to create something in any given medium. It might not be good, but something is better than nothing. Graphic design, video production, photography, photo manipulation, product assembly & packaging, audio drama & podcast, illustration, motion design, logo & brand development, design systems, marketing strategies, creative writing, bass guitar, nose flute…

What I’m discovering, is that I’m best at whatever people like.

I pay attention to what moves me, because what moves me moves my art. I pay closer attention to how my art moves people, because how my art moves people brings me joy.

I’ve been hesitant to sell prints of my photography. The camera is how I see the world. The only reason I open and close the shutter is because something I saw, or experienced, moved me. It’s been difficult to understand what might also move other people.

The flowers in the photo above would look beautiful on the wall of someone’s living room. But I took that photo on a sabbath journey of my own, on the backend of a desperately-needed two-week staycation. After significant changes to my career, my therapist would diagnose me with “adjustment disorder”, which is a nice way of saying, “I see something is off, but there’s nothing else in the DSM that fits.” Those flowers, found in the middle of downtown Dayton, were my deep breath. My feet were sore from walking, my soul weary from searching – the vibrant purple seized my gaze. I guess my hope is that I can share the medicine with someone else.