let’s talk about “talent” for a moment.
we’re people who live in a space that allows us to be whatever we call ourselves. i’m a writer. some of you are photographers, models, singers, dancers, painters, and so much more. but here’s the thing: i wasn’t always a writer because i wanted to be. i wanted to be other things, writing is just what kept its finger in my face, begging me to take control of it. it found me. i’ve been writing for a million years, but i didn’t call myself a writer until people who i called writers called me a writer. it meant something.
so, with that…
we have to stop letting people call themselves what they aren’t. yes, you have a camera and you took a few pictures of a few people, but photography didn’t find you like it found francesca woodman, Kwesi Abbensetts Photos, and Terésa Dowell-Vest. you found it, and that’s not how it happens. dancing must find YOU, the canvas must find YOU. the people who’ve been appointed must appoint you.
or i could be wrong about it all. what do i know, i’m just a writer in a sad suit with a sunny disposition.