It’s refreshing to be fish-out-water once again. This is something I’m afraid to admit most days, but sometimes I’m too comfortable in shooting in Austin. It’s not the people, the beer, or some same-day-different-shit mentality. It’s the city itself. It’s the ambiance, the smell, the expectations. A goal to shoot from bottom-to-top is easy to embrace where you’re wandering around an alien world, lucky to see anything that even hints at familiarity. Really, though, that damns me. I don’t want familiarity or the day-to-day. Seeking that out only leads to obviousness, which is the death of anything that can be considered art. It can be pretty, but I want something different. I want art. I know that’s an obvious thing to say, but too many people have cameras in the same way too many people have pencils. Too many people have access to express themselves, but they rarely do anything of the sort.
At the heart of all this, I know I’m photographing beer, the people who brew it and drink it, all along with music and the people who create it as well as those who enjoy it. No matter how the images look when it’s all finished, having a sense of wonder and rejuvenation is something I’m happy to have experienced. A new world in the old world, and all it took was a two hour drive. All it took was driving to the other end of the planet.
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