i knew what i wanted to do when my mom let me borrow her kodak disc camera to take to the circus... when i was 6. now i'm 27, i have a bfa in photography and i've been a "professional" off and on for the last 9 years or so. i've done everything from headshots to photo retail to aerials from an nypd helicopter.
but it all comes back to my art, and my art doesn't want to pay my rent!
so no, i'm not a "pro" but how can you label something that is a part of your soul? something intangible that you cannot stop thinking about? it's different from love, it's need. it's like hunger, you can eat but you will be hungry again. i would starve to death without art.
i had a very prolonged dry spell, during which i felt dead inside. my apartment had flooded, and i lost everything. portfolios, over 12 years' worth of prints and negatives, scanner, everything. (everything except my equipment, all cameras and light kits were unharmed... makes you think, doesn't it?) i made a few feeble attempts to keep shooting, but it was like trying to build a home out of toothpicks. now that i've had time to heal and accept my loss, i'm beginning to rebuild. i have nothing to show for a lifetime of work, but i still have that spark inside that enables me to make art. so i know that i can begin again, and if i work hard i can have a decent body of work in a reasonable amount of time.
i'm sorry, what was the question...?