Francis Bacon Sandwich

Well. It appears no matter where I go, I cannot escape myself. I am probably my own worst enemy. With as much fighting myself and my own ideas as I do, it would seem I would be able to sleep soundly each night. Yet I am tossing and turning every night. My jaw is beginning to lock up the way it used to and I don't know what to do. I am taking new photographs. I have been scanning new negatives. I have been re-scanning old negatives. None of it seems right. I spend too much time looking at other peoples work and comparing myself to what they are doing. Not enough time trying to show what I am doing.

I am doing things. But when I am looking at what I see I frequently am unimpressed. So much of the work that I am exposed to is either aesthetically boring or conceptually boring. Sometimes just all around poor. Shitty point and shoot documentary of the mundane. It seems like the number of "artists" and the number of "photographers" are increasing at an alarming rate... and I don't believe even 1/100th of them are talented enough to deserve any recognition. Especially when the talent lies primarily in the process that is left up to a device rather than an individual. For example, I would like to submit my work to a competition that I have been following for quite some time... well the other day I was lurking their blog and noticed that someone who I know in a sort of off hand way was one of their highlighted entries. HIS WORK FUCKING SUCKS. Nothing to it. Pisses me off.

I really would like to show what I have been doing....