No Das Boot or ice cream sodas last night. Just a little bit of Aguirre, Wrath of God.
This whole Bloomberg deal has gotten me down. It's also reading all the stupid responses by readers to the various articles posted online, like on the Times site for example. The majority of the people selling out there are creators of their own art. They're people who decided that they didn't want the 9-5 world and wanted to strike out on their own, making a living on their terms by selling their creations. It's not just a matter of money. That's just half of it. The other half is having the satisfaction that some total stranger has a connection with something the artist has created and that stranger is compelled to buy it. The feeling one gets when they see that their art has touched another human being is equal to any monies being made, if not more. That's what people don't understand. And now the artists have been reduced in number and pushed to the periphery of the park. But they'll fight, and hopefully will keep on fighting.
It's so easy to lose steam and momentum in the nascent stages of a movement. You have all that piss and vinegar in the beginning, but once you piss out all that vinegar you get complacent and give up. This can't happen here, especially with a legal process that could last for who knows how long. One or two years? I have no idea.
IN THE "HEY NICE CAMERA" DEPARTMENT:
I got some people shots today that I should have back tomorrow. I feel like it's been a really long time since I had a shot that somewhat conforms to the tenets that this site was built on. I just checked, it was June 30th. So assuming the E-6 machine at the lab wasn't on the fritz, we'll have some exciting and new people to look at.
C'est tout.
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