I am now officially a full-time student as I started my year-long photography course in September.
The course has eight modules five of which have a direct relationship with photography: theory, history of, digital photography, Photoshop, and visual culture. The remaining modules are: digital marketing, communications, and work experience.
The class is small, just fourteen of us. On the first day of term we spend the first hour doing a round of introductions. I am approximately 130 years older that most of my fellow students. I don’t own a pair of Doc Martens, I don’t sport a large interesting tatoo, and my hair is not a fetching shade of blue. I wondered would I ever fit in?
Concerns about fitting in flew out the window once the theory classes began. There is a portion of my brain that is hard-wired to believe I will find it difficult beyond belief to grasp the basis of anything technical or scientific. So I was surprised to find that after a few weeks I started to enjoy the theory module. I think that’s because I may finally have moved what I had previously learned about photography out of one of dark cobwebby vestibules of my mind and into a light filled room in long-term memory. And added in a great deal more besides.
You have most likely noticed there has been zero improvement in my photography. This is because everything gets lost in translation when I pick up my camera. I may well have begun to absorb photographic theory at an intellectual level but I struggle to apply it. If I get one thing right, such as the ISO, I usually then discover that another element, such as focus, is off kilter. Still and all, I think it’s progress that I can now look at my images and have a reasonable stab at identifying their faults.
I am enjoying the course and I am much enthused by it. I like my fellow class mates. A lot. They are a kind and inclusive bunch so fitting in hasn’t been a huge problem.