I have always loved sand. When I was a kid I would play in it, except when mum let the cat play in it first, and then it smelled sort of like my little brother, but… I digress.
Cameras are obsolete. We hear every day about this new gizmo and that new gizmo, and how iPhones and soccer moms are killing the industry. And – I have come to understand that they are correct.
Photography, as an industry is totally dead. No life at all left in it. The fact that billions of images are uploaded daily is testament to the fact that no one cares about images anymore.
But sand… sand is eternal. Sand is from the earth. Sand is organic. Sand will save the planet, which will someday get hit by a mighty meteor and explode, thus saving “Sanctumorius Two” in the Umbawumba Galaxy from a terrible fate.
Sorry, digressing again.
Sand is now my medium.
And not that gritty ol’ beach sand, nosirree, that sand is for amateurs and wannabe’s … I will use only fine, Italian sand. (They have sand in Italy… right? Right?)
I have moved beyond mere photography into a world where there are NO Craigslist competitors, soccer moms with sand, and the constant fear of being the most expensive. Hell, we all wanna be the cheapest, right?
Right?
Anyway. This is my fond farewell. I have decided to go bravely into this new world of sand painting with eyes wide open (well, you know, with goggles of course) and my off sand lighting and create some great ‘sandist’ work.
Depth of field? Screw it.
Focus? Screw it.
Inverse Square Law? I don’t even know what that is so screw it.
Me.
Sand.
A dog (to keep the cats away)
Art.
And, since I am not using batteries, I am single handedly saving this wretched planet.
You’re welcome.
