Curing My Depression with the Business of Colour
struggled with the photographic aspect.
I decided 2010 was going to be a good year. Put simply, I was bored of being depressed. I swallowed what was left of my still stubborn pride and booked an appointment with a psychiatrist. I finally admitted to myself, I needed help. I finally felt, I deserved it.
Earning money from photography proved problematic. Weddings and portraits felt too similar to what I was already doing: service industry. Online selling sites, although inspiring, were at best, a long term, long shot. But unlike in the recent past, I refused not to move forward.
‘We love it! It’s the most original film we’ve seen in years, but we just can’t make any money from it.’ The words of a distributor back in 2004 have quietly haunted me since. I’d like to say my work was just too edgy, too ahead of its time, but in truthful
