by shz

So is it just a phase? Photography? I don’t think you prefer hearing that from your fiance. I hope you had start on aiming higher.

A text message from an unknown number received.

No stranger, it is not just a phase. It will never be a phase. Photography is, has and always been in me. I don’t need one more person to tell me I have talent and only then I believe I do. I’ve already consumed people’s reaction and digested it. Photography needs dedication, sacrifice and a fairytale’s long time of practice and development to mature into an achievement. It’s not 2-5 years, we are talking a lifetime long. Photography should age as much as you do, mature as much as your brain does and grow as much as your bones will. I am better in photography today more than I ever was yesterday. I know a lot more about it now than I ever did before.

I don’t think it will ever go away, as much as I probably wanted it. My cameras and lenses, my investments, are here to stay. My shelves dedicated to my photography books and magazines are proudly displayed. Some exhibited works are up on my walls, anyone coming to my room will recognise intstantly what my hobby is. So no, I won’t make it a phase no matter how much it aches not having time anymore to read another word about photography.

It’s just that….

It’s just that architecture is too hard. I cannot do it half-assed. I cannot make it just as my official job during the day and come home at night making photography. I thought after I finished my 6 years, I’ve learnt it all there is to know about architecture when the truth is, I don’t think anyone could ever finish reading architecture. There is never a full stop to its lessons and it is not something that can be achieved if you want to achieve something else at the same time. Or maybe not for me.

Listen to this. This is an excerpt of Renzo Piano’s speech when he received his Pritzker Prize, a Nobel Prize equivalent in architecture world :

But what exactly is an architect? What is architecture? I have been in this trade for thirty years and I am only just beginning to understand what it is. Firstly, architecture is a service, in the most literal sense of the term. It is an art that produces things that serve a purpose. But it is also a socially dangerous art, because it is an imposed art. You can put down a bad book; you can avoid listening to bad music; but you cannot miss the ugly tower block opposite your house. Architecture imposes total immersion in ugliness; it does not give the user a chance. And this is a serious responsibility – for now and future generations. And architecture is an ancient profession, perhaps the world’s oldest; or the second oldest if you prefer, a little like hunting, fishing, farming, exploring the seas. These are man’s original original activities from which all others stem. Immedietely after the search for food, we find the search for shelter; at a certain point, man was no longer content with the refuges offered by nature and became an architect.

Maybe impossible is probably nothing. But I am no sportsman.