Saturday, February 7, 2015

Finding my power






The moment in time when things just line up. When you sit there sigh and exhale. The moment when you realize this is it. This is my power. I get it now this is my life purpose. That's what I felt the moment I found my power to make others feel beautiful. I've always been one to be upbeat and positive and at times it rubbed off on others. But this time it was differnt, I not only rubbed off on people I influenced the way that they see themselves. It was magical! I had many photoshoots before with aspiring models and confident people. This time thou I reached out to a few individuals who had  a fear of photos of themselves. I could see in them that they didn't love themselves that society played it's part and broke them down. I wanted to be that person to play a part in rebuilding their confidence. I then realized that people had trusted in my work. That they found comfort within me, they trusted me with their fears and their insecurities. When someone trusts you that deeply. The pressure to exceed their expectations run high.


I would feel a little anxiety the night before any shoot . I would think over and over if  I had enough ideas and if everything was set up. I wanted to be prepared for anything. This one particular day I was doing an outdoor shoot. I was anxious as usual. The day was a sunny day and somehow I caught a lot of shadows in the shoot. As I went home and went over the shoot. I felt like a failure my exposure was off and I failed at the shoot. Sounds simple right? Well it hurt when it's something you are so passionate about. It takes a toll on your soul. I called the model and asked for a day to set a retake. 

From that day on. I explore ways to learn new techniques. To expand my knowledge of the industry and understand that at times things can not go the way as planned. But then again sometimes the best things happen when things don't go as planned. I talk myself up and remind myself that I can do this.




When I was a limitless child

Life was so simple.
Simple mind.
Simple food.
Simple clothes.

Everything seemed so simply.

So filled up with simplicity.

Days filled with laughter and joy.
Nights of dreams while out heads laid upon our fluffy pillows.

Simple Days.
Simple Nights.

Oh how I wish I was a limitless child .




1 comment:

  1. Kristina,

    Good post. But I think we need to explore other areas of your life besides photography. I'd like to see you branch out and think about other times, other aspects, and other things are important, so that you don't hyperfocus on your photography position. I know there's more.

    Your first paragraph is great. I like the way that you let the story unfold. It's solid paragraph in length. Then, your other two paragraphs get smaller and weaker. Try to find a balance in length in all three paragraphs, so that each one has a certain amount of power and effort in them.

    Let's try to get deeper, too. Why do you think that you have anxiety before shoots? Is it a fear of failure? Is it a perfection thing? Is it wanting to please your model or the customer?

    Think about why you have that anxiety and how is saps your power.

    Your power should be something less specific than photography skills. Is more related to your ability help others (look beautiful)? Think about your first paragraph and how it can relate to the third paragraph. How does one feed the other? Try to make that connection. It may be deeper than just developing more skills. There's a difference between skills and power.

    Your power starts off well, but again, it's way too short. Try to write at least 20 lines next week, so that your poem flows into a longer, stronger pattern of thought.


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