To be honest, I never really had an interest in "Still Life" photography up until I began my studies at NAIT in September 2015. I would always look at a still life photograph and say something like "Neat", never really understanding how much work went into that particular image.
(One of my first critique images.)
In the first year we had a class called "Photographic Critique." Once a week we would have a topic to photograph, print, and mount. It was then judged by our instructors and professionals from the industry in front of the entire class. Critique was one of my favourite classes until my photo came up on the screen and my stress levels skyrocketed.
It was a feeling I had never experienced before. It was a melting pot of emotions; Adrenaline, Anger, Excitement, Disappointment. Every week I would walk out with a whole new basket of knowledge of things I could improve on.
(This was a still life I assembled to remember my trip to Nepal in 2014.)
The majority of my critique assignments ended up being still life. Part of it was my lack of confidence in photographing people, and because I liked to work alone, trapped in my own thought. I saw myself as an artist for the first time. I realized that I could make the image look however I wanted. It was essentially sculpting or painting with physical objects.
(I like to use smoke in my photographs, and props from value village.)
However, I saw still life photography as a challenge, and at many times I felt like giving up. Sometimes I forgot I was a student of photography and I was there to learn from professionals. I couldn't take the criticism very well, but eventually I used it to my advantage.
(A random assortment of things from the kitchen. )
Almost two years have passed and I still have so much to learn. I have gained so much knowledge from my instructors, but I know most of my knowledge will be gained through real world experience.
(A random scene I threw together for this blog post.)
Thanks for reading, and I hope to see you back here next week.