Over the past weekend, I decided to finally upload a few projects onto my behance account. I’ve been putting it off for such a long time that it felt like it would never happen.
The problem with being a designer and not having an online portfolio is that you constantly have people asking about where it is that they can access some of your work. And in that one moment you either gain them or lose them as a client. No one is willing to wait for your portfolio or website to launch. Because it’s okay for you to waist your own time, but never okay to waste another’s.
In the process of uploading my work, I’ve worked on few Corporate Identities to upload, and I have found that it has been much easier to work on he identities of friends who I believe are going to succeed in their crafts. People who I find to be in the same situation as me, but also with similar dreams.
I’m slowly discovering that when I get inspired, the first thing I want to do is share my inspiration. I think it’s safe to say that I’m inspired to inspire.
I recently sat in on a conversation between two Muslim girls. It was fascinating to hear how the one who was a more devout Muslim had information that I had not realised was part of the issues that fuelled the whole Gaza strip issue. I’ve always known that this war is older than history can really account for, but I had only heard one side of the story, which was always the Jewish side. And in their version, they crossed the Red Sea, while in another version, they died out in the desert. And as with all stories, there are always three sides, the third being the truth of course.
If I had to sit you down and explain to you why I have so many of the issues that I have in my life, you would probably always see me as either the victim or the hero, but never the villain. I do admit when I’m a douche bag at times, but I try my best to make it sound like a cool thing.
I’ve also always known that the importance of people knowing their history is at the heart of their potential to succeed. If you don’t know who you are, you’ll never know what you are capable of. And thus as a black man, I need not only to hear about the history of black slavery and oppression, lest I think all I can ever be is a slave. I need to hear about the heroes and great men and women that are my ancestors. And once I know this, then I know that greatness lives in me.
But as with all stories go, the hero in every story will aways depend on the storyteller. There is no such thing as a purely subjective point of view, especially since each of us has a point of view of our own. Our experiences will determine what we count as good and bad and thus one can never truly be objective.
According to my version of events, there is a God, All people are beautiful and created equal. Each of us has something to give and a purpose to fulfil. Christ came, lived, died and rose. My family and friends are the best in the world. The most beautiful women are found everywhere, but there’s something special about a certain region called the Middle-East. And so forth. But that’s me. You may disagree with me on a few of these, but that’s according to your version of events.
For all the photographers who follow me, here’s the link to my photography blog. http://momentz.tumblr.com
Yesterday marked the end of my Woodstock story.
I would love to start shooting street portraits again. Anyone in CPT keen?