Great things are made up of lots of little things. Something big is made by making lots of little things.
Every day 1 sketch makes 365 a year. That already begins to look like a “body of work.”
Writing 100 words a day make 36500 in a year. That’s already half a novel.
Heiloo
I am reading The Bed of Procrustes by Nassim Nicholas Taleb. It contains bold aphorisms in a concrete style.
Technology is at best when it is invisible.
Every social association that is not face-to-face is injurious to your health.
Sint Maarten
I am reading Photowork: Forty Photographers on Process and Practice, edited by Sasha Wolf. It is an instructive little book for the photographer. The answers to the questions about style and genre are especially revealing. There are hardly any photographers who care about style and genre. Many reject the concepts. Fun for analysts, in retrospect, at best. Certainly, these are not things the photographer should be concerned with while doing the work. Before you know it, they become self-imposed creative constraints.
Amsterdam
I read The End of Eternity (Het Einde van de Eeuwigheid) by Isaac Asimov. I never got around to Asimov. It’s pretty good. No literary frills. A square story that stands.
Heiloo
Your work must stand out. Seth Godin’s Purple Cow idea.
I should remember that.
Amsterdam