For those of you who are new to the site or new to me, I've been shooting for roughly four months. The objective of this blog is to document my experiences and share some of the things I've learned along the way. This post is an attempt at the latter:
Look to others for inspiration NOT comparison
I know, it’s a thin line to walk. I catch myself everyday scrolling through my Instagram feed, constantly amazed and inspired at the amazing talent that’s out there. That brief burst of inspiration quickly fades into a whirlwind of insecurities and self-doubt. It’s just the nature of things. The key is not to dwell on it and continue to make dope shit.
I remember back in high school, my parents would always compare me to my cousins, reminding me how they were in med school, or becoming engineers., while I had dreams of writing for Rolling Stone magazine (does not bode well with Asian parents). I hated when they did that, but here I am now, doing the exact same thing to myself. You will drive yourself batshit insane if you get trapped in this cycle, so don’t be so hard on yourself and keep shooting.
The PROCESS is everything. Learn to love it, deeply.
I can’t stress enough how important this is and how rewarding your work and your relationships become once you cultivate this in all aspects of your life. I’m still learning ways to consistently do this. The most fulfilling moments in photography are when I discover a new way to shoot, or a new technique to edit photos, when I meet other amazing photographers and models, or when I find a way to get out of a creative rut.
Sure, ending up with a great photo is nice, but it’s when I think about the fences we had to climb, the buildings we had to break into and the endless re-edits I had to do, that make me love this so much.
Comfort zones are graveyards for creativity.
We’ve all read at least 16 Medium articles and double tapped a bunch of quotes on Instagram about this. None of these things will affect you like that moment when you realize you’re actually outside of your bubble, and that it’s okay.
It’s like when you learn to ride a two-wheeler for the first time, your dad is holding on to you to make sure you don’t fall. Slowly, he let’s go and in that moment, it clicks you’re doing this scary thing and it’s not the end of the world. I’m not sure if I’ve found that defining moment yet, but I think I’m a lot closer to it than I was five months ago. And I’m convinced it has a lot to do with picking up a camera.