It’s with some trepidation that I’m posting this. I suspect it’s positioned in a bit of a moral grey area but…
I work as an IT system admin. It pays the bills but–truthfully–I hate it. I’ve vowed to get out ahead of the impending Windows 10 migration (it would be the fourth such migration I’ve managed and I’m sick and fucking tired of reinventing the same goddamned wheel).
I don’t expect to make a penny from blogging and I’ll keep doing what I do here regardless. I’ve just reached a point where I’ve realized all these ways the project could be improved. I want to focus on them, to work to realize them; however, I’m spending approximately two dozen hours a week on this as is. I don’t have more time to spend on it.
Lately though, I’ve been thinking about the advice: find a job you love and you’ll never work a day in your life. I love what I do here–maybe not as much as making photographs but at least this project is more relevant to photography than fixing printers and arguing with the partners about whether or not the organization I work for really and truly needs a firewall.
Given the growing number of followers (which still baffles and humbles me), if everyone contributed $4/month, Acetylene Eyes could realistically become my day job.
And if that were the case: I’d be able to travel more, visit museums, interact with artist and art around the world which would then filter directly into providing a richer more nuanced perspective with what I do here. (Plus, I’d have the energy and ability to make time for more personal/creative endeavors, to hone my craft further and with greater regularity.)
I think there are definitely better curators to support. I’d much rather you support @lesbianartandartists, for example. (They’re incredible and are getting some incredibly vital and revelatory stuff out there.)
But, you know: if you tune in here regularly and get something out of my ramblings, then maybe give some thought to contributing.
Thank you all so much for bothering with this project. I wish it was possible for me to convey a fraction of how much I appreciate y’all–suffice it to say it’s damn profound.
Be well.
Acetylene Eyes 