Show me whats in between your lines.

so much text and no work - i don't want to talk about the biz of photography and i don't want your fucking advice - if i wanted to know what you thought about the in's and outs of editorial photography i'd email you and ask - stop posting these boring monologues, i'm bored to tears - i don't want to hear about if todd hido blew it or not - we all do, on every fucking contact sheet - it happens, so what! I'd rather hear about your thoughts on your latest work - what, if anything, is going on in that head of yours, photographically and all that relates. Tell me about your failed photographs, the successes you still question, tell me about the projects that went sour, the uncompleted thoughts, the art book you put out that you wish the sequence was better in the end - tell me about the kid photographs that you think might just be stupid and uninteresting, tell me about the gooey monsters you are creating and what type of landscape you think they fit in, tell me about how excited you are to figure out how to strap a 4 by 5 camera and flashs to the back of a truck, talk to me about space and time and memory and theory and how weird it is to dedicate your life to watching the moment pass you by. How is it spending your life standing on the outside, peering in, judging, reevaluating, showing, assessing, capturing, examining. I want to see the first nude shots you took - i want the first pictures of your other - i want to know what matters to you most - give it up - don't fucking hide and cope out behind all this biz talk - stop flowering it up - it's work in the end but you keep going back and i want to know why - Show me whats in between your lines god damn it.