At the risk of being ridiculously prolific this weekend, here is yet another blog entry. I’ve spent so much time making my new space the photography studio I always dreamed of that making it my home as well had, until this weekend, been put on the back burner.
I’ve spent the past month or so collecting frames that I intended to display my photography in here. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to hang work without losing valuable shooting space. I frequently use all the walls here as backgrounds. Some are brick, cement, drywall in various colors, cement support columns, heavy luxurious drapes and huge floor to ceiling windows. All of these are my backdrops besides the usual black and white sweeps that I also have available to me.
I’ve been here six months and in that time I haven’t put a single framed photograph on the wall, because I didn’t want to lose any of my precious shooting space. But this weekend, I realized that I hadn’t really moved in yet. I hadn’t really made the space my own until I decorated it with my own artwork. And so this weekend, I went through all of the frames I had purchased and hung them all. Now the interesting thing to note and something that is very “Billy” of me is that they don’t have any images in them yet. I just wanted to find the right walls for the right sizes and shapes of frames. Maybe a grouping of two would go well here. Maybe a row of five here. Maybe a single one on this wall.
You see, and I’m admittedly bragging here (he said with a big smile), that when you have a photography catalog with as many images as I do, you actually can pick the groupings and fill them in with photographs later. In other words if I create a grouping of two or three images, I most certainly can find two or three images that will go together and fit the mood of the room or wall because I simply have so many. It didn’t happen overnight. Some of these images are 15 years old, but they still work in this contemporary setting. Maybe it’s because I always wanted my work to be timeless. So even the images from the 90s don’t look like they’re from the 90s. They could be from any time in the history of photography.
So I’m in the process tonight of deciding which 40 images of the 35,000 I will print to use in the 40 frames that are hanging on my wall. It already feels good, even without the images in them. Now it feels like home. Now it feels like it’s my personal space because I can imagine the art on the walls. I can see it. It’s mine.
And maybe I’ll print the 40 images and in a few months decide to change them out. So I’m not putting myself under pressure to find the best 40 images or the ones that I think will represent my entire body of work. I’m just picking the ones that seem to move me at the moment. It’s fun that way, and I think this should be fun.
This weekend I also reserved my iGo car, and if you haven’t heard of iGo, you should really check out the idea of neighborhood car sharing here. I went out to IKEA, on a Saturday no less, and picked up a pair of enormous framed mirrors. The are as tall as me and they are quite striking leaning up against the walls here. I also bought a huge area rug for my bedroom which has been neglected from a decor standpoint until now. I’ve even hung some beautiful leather masks above my bed that I purchased a few years ago from an artist in New Orleans. They are really striking and they add yet another layer of decor to my boudoir!
It finally feels warm here. It is a beautiful space to work and create in, but now it also feels like home. Everywhere I look there will be images of places I’ve been and people I’ve photographed. It will be a bit of a gallery in here, but I think that’s sort of what I intended in the first place. An inspirational place to create and reflect on what I have already created.
Welcome home Billy!