For a while I was Kristina’s assistant and 2nd shooter, and I was perfectly happy to do that. I would still be perfectly happy just doing that! However, I also wanted to see if I could make a go of in as well. I did a few maternity sessions, a few seniors, a few engagement sessions, I second shot a few weddings and then had a wedding of my own (don’t ask…it was when I learned weddings were NOT what I wanted to shoot…too much pressure), small families, larges families and some pups.
I learned a lot in each one of those…and I’m still learning. What slowed me down was the relentless bullying and shaming that other ‘professional’ photographers were heaping on those just beginning in the industry. It was horrible. The last thing I wanted to do, in the midst of this hostile environment, was put my work out there for fear it would be torn apart, either in front of my face, or behind my back.
I put my camera down for at least 6 months. Nothing. I was scared.
Scared I didn’t have what it took to learn all of the post production skills. Scared that I didn’t fit in to this elite group of people who were ‘allowed’ to take pictures. Scared to ask for help in learning.
Just scared.
Do you know how much fear stifles creativity? It’s paralyzing.
Do you know what stifled creativity in a creative’s heart produces? Depression – a good amount of it. And then it produces more fear.
I had to place that fear at the feet of my Redeemer and beg Him to show me what to do. I had to ask Him to remind me that He is my audience, not man (a hard thing to do since this was a raft seen and judged by man). I didn’t want to stop learning. I didn’t want to stop shooting. But I didn’t know how to move forward. (I know that I’m not the only one who has felt this way. I know there are others out there who have completely given up because of the judgement and ridicule form others – in any creative field. It’s pitiful and sad.)