It been a life of meager beginnings. Starting everything from nothing and just holding on. I remember my first turntable, it was a Technics SLB2, without a working needle, that my mom had culled from the shelves of the school thrift store she volunteered at. I was THRILLED upon receiving it, obsessed with taking my first record (Manu Dibango’s “Soul Makossa”) and knocking the record on a slight scratch to loop the infamous horn solo of that song back to its beginning.
I remember my first digital camera, I had about $150, wanted a camera, went down to Comp USA in Honolulu and bought the only one I could afford. I would take shots and relentlessly manipulate them in graphic converter (this is pre photoshop). Strangely enough, the image I created I’m the most proud in my several years creating imagery came from an image on that camera, a quick shot of a graffiti bombed building outlet in Chelsea, Manhattan, that I later mirrored and reworked the colors on. When I finally got a Canon Rebel, from my boy who shot surf and nature shots and was moving up before he travelled to the Amazon, the feeling in the camera's body was amazing. This camera had been to Africa, to the top and bottom of our Hawaii home, and I felt energy as I took my first photos.
Meager middles beats still being stuck at the beginning.
