There are a number of “profound” moments in my life. Each one is special and marks a turning point or landmark in the timeline of my existence.
There’s one that’s missing though.
I don’t remember that “one moment” that I fell in love with photography.
I remember when I fell in love with comic books, which lead me to falling in love with drawing (that I very much remember), and I remember the first time I put oil on canvas (that was like being hit by truck).
Strange, that through all my experiences and classes with various mediums of art, the one medium that I chose to work in does not exist as an “aha!” moment in my memory.
I’m not sure if that bothers me or not. I do find it curious though.
Do you remember that moment of discovery for the thing that consumes you?
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