Film Process is not cheap. No matter how you go about doing it. Even if you tried to get color film developed, it’s expenisive and it’s hard to find places that will do it. So film photography remains an Art, as well as a Science. A slow process experiment.
One of my personal philosophies in life is to always stay the student. Learning new things allows me to remain humble and attentive. And since I am just learning, I give myself the freedom to experiment, play and make mistakes. I find my freedom in not needing to know everything, but rather in being a learner.
Most of the cameras that I have are from my dad. He use to work for PanAm airlines and would come home from work, either finding them on the airplanes or get them as gifts from travelers around the world
The first camera I tried was the Canon Canonet QL19. It was introduced in March of 1965 and is a 35mm rangefinder. This camera is the first one I put black and white film in. I wasn’t sure it was even going to work, and sure enough it doesn’t work. But it’s still a beauty.
I then tried the Olympus 35RC, also a 35mm rangefinder and was built in the 70’s. Noah found this camera at an estate sale. I tried this camera and it hasn’t been my favorite. I like that it’s small,but you can’t do as many manual options as I would like.
I then tried The canon AE-1 which was also from my dad. The Canon AE1 is from the early 80’s and was a very common camera for it’s time. When I pulled this one out recently it wasn’t working but Noah figured out how to fix it, and now it’s working. I like that it has more options to learn from and I love the clarity of the lens. So far it’s been my favorite.
Learning about the Dunites at The Guadalupe-Nipomo Dunes Center
This is work I did for the San Francisco show “Realms of the Autogenous Self” show held at The Convent Arts Collective.
Title: “The Man Who Walked Out of His Existence.”
In a rural little town that is full of unlimited possibilities, we stumbled across these shoes. Alone they marked the existence of a Man. Without a trace and no footsteps in sight, the man left, leaving only what we can speculate of a life that was too much or not enough. In one moment he gave it all up, and walked into another realm.
Original photography transfer on wood. 5.1 X 5.1
This work is on