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An Artist Never Makes A Mistake.

It’s true.

Many moons ago (even more than I’d like to admit, since the recent blue moon) an art teacher once placated my anguish as I agonized over an absurd error that I felt ruined my art FOREVER. Forever seems to be fairly permanent, so I was devastated. On the bright side, her consolation has stuck with me ever since. She said, “An artist never makes a mistake, just as a dancer on stage takes the wrong step and nobody but the dancer is aware.” And man did I take that to heart; I’ve made all kinds of mistakes since then! Mistakes I know about, mistakes I know I don’t know about and mistakes I don’t know I don’t know about. How liberating.

I consider myself to be an artist–I know, a ‘self-proclaimed’ artist, la dee da; but truly, aren’t we all? Every day we wake up and weave another thread into the tapestries of our lives. Every decision we make is a fiber of a different color. The speed at which we work through our lives, one 24 hour chunk of gossamer at a time. Alas, I am not here to guide anyone through some philosophical epiphany that leads them through the congested arteries of fact vs fiction that will eventually illuminate their purpose in life…I’m still looking for mine. I’m here to admit the mistakes I made the other night. I made some huge ones. Grandiose. Irreversible. Unthinkable. And I will gladly show case them right here:

You see, I had the grand opportunity to watch a flamenco show recently, and it was enchanting. I’ve also recently acquired a Nikon D3100, so, every day is a phantastic photographic opportunity. Did anyone know how impossible action shots in low light settings could be? Since I am an ‘artist,’ I intended all the shots to come out just the way they did…

In this photo, please take a moment to find secret flamenco man’s face…coming out of the darkness.

This image took hours of post processing to make them look like that…Nah, they really were spinning at warp speed.

If I hadn’t purposely made these ladies slightly blurry, you’d have thought they were statues. Clearly I had to give the illusion of movement…

This shot was originally too perfect, so I messed it up just a little bit to showcase the essence of the human element….

Their hands were way too pretty–so I gave them flesh-colored lead pipes.

In this move, she literally gets wound like a top. The image was originally so crisp that I had to add a motion blur…

Don’t mess with this gang of mischief makers.

So there you have it. A showcase of all my mistakes from the other night. All jokes aside, it’s pretty evident my skills are in need of a little work when it comes to the low light action shots, but stay tuned for take two.

6 responses

  1. tocksin

    i have always lived by the idea that we fold our mistakes into the work as if they were intentional

    September 5, 2012 at 10:56 am

    • There are so many times when a mistake adds interest or complexity to a piece, making it far more beautiful than it ever would have been.

      September 5, 2012 at 5:26 pm

      • tocksin

        Agreed and it may add a spontaneity that may not have occurred otherwise.
        I spoke of the the idea of folding in our mistakes because some people are such perfectionist, if things are not just like they think the should be they get easily discouraged.
        In the end we may give ourselves too much credit, to be an artist is to exploit what is at best accidental.
        Maybe it’s getting too late for this type of rambling.
        I may have to dedicate a post to this subject. i feel too quick I am getting in over my head. Fun, though thinks for your thoughts.

        September 5, 2012 at 10:14 pm

  2. wow

    September 3, 2012 at 10:35 pm

  3. Photo date? I like your artist renditions!!! Bump up the iso for less intentional motion 🙂

    September 2, 2012 at 1:19 pm

    • Yes ma’am! Thank you and I’ll try that for take two.

      September 2, 2012 at 1:56 pm

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