It’s an embarrassment to admit, but I have a couple addictions. I don’t know how they developed, but they did, and here I am struggling daily to face them. The first is an addiction to fonts. Here, I’m much better than I used to be, but there was a time when I spent far too many hours searching, researching, downloading, and even creating fonts. What did I do with them? Nothing. But their beauty and the promise that each held spoke to me in ways that are hard to describe. Each, elegant and simple in its own way, filled my mind with the potential to tell a tale, reveal a life in a way equally simple, elegant, and yet magnified by the use of an adjective font. But as with most addictions, there was little real work. My writing became subjugate to the uncontrollable desire to have more fonts, and hence, more possibilities to remain unrealized.
My second addiction is more recent, and, really, fairly innocent as far as addictions go. I have an almost uncontrollable desire to apply textures to nearly every photo I create. I am able to stop myself, and this is what tells me that the addiction is relatively innocent. But You can look at the photographs attached to this post to get an idea of what I would like to do after every single shoot. To get the big picture, you have to imagine an entire wedding shoot texturized with brick and concrete and summer grass. Or a portrait with the skin made to resemble the texture of sand. I would do it, too, except that I am far too self-conscious to allow such monstrosities to get loose upon the world thereby bringing to me the scrutiny of all.
But I hope someone can see something pleasant in these. I really like them. Sad, I know.