Pursuing a successful photography career has always felt like being tossed out to sea. Treading water to stay afloat. Waves of uncertainty overpowering any sense of false confidence. If you’re lucky, a good opportunity grants you a set of proverbial water wings. You grow stronger and the rough seas become no match for your learned resilience.
Years of treading metaphorical water left me wondering if I’d ever be free of this endless sea. What does success mean anyways? Is success that perfect job, is it money, or is it simply creating work that you’re proud of?
I suddenly realized - I’ve been swimming in someone else’s ocean. A pre-determined version of success that I thought was mine. I looked through my portfolio and saw - not an unsuccessful woman trying to achieve the status of those in front of me. I saw photos I was proud of. I saw work that felt meaningful. I saw success at last, and felt the firm sand from the solid earth beneath me.
Jasna Hodžić taping over a split tip so deep, it looked like a portal into the 4th dimension.
Jasna Hodžić gets close on The Big R, 5.14a
Romance at picnic lunch
He may onsight your project but he can’t work this stick clip
My current favorite rock that Dad made.
How he carves out his shapes.
The internet super highway is a scary place.
Paul experiences separation anxiety while Lorna climbs away from him.
tryin to be like colette
Waiting for Len in the Phoenix airport