Inspire Me: Nan Goldin

I was fifteen when my mother took me to see Nan Goldin’s Ballad of Sexual Depedency in Manhattan.  It changed the way I saw photography. It legitimized my desire to document the people in my life.  Unabashedly, Goldin documented the honesty of her friends, their lives, her interior world; her life. At fifteen I was doing this on a daily basis.  I have the binders of negatives languishig in my parents' attic to prove it.  At some point, I stopped shooting and recording my own daily life.  But why?

Now that I make photographs for a living,  I no longer obsessively bring my camera with me at all times.  I barely have a photographic journal of my last few years.  This is why sometimes I have to thank facebook.

What draws me to Goldin’s work is the notion of the family redefined, the liquidity of color, the photographic permanence of the ephemeral.

Candid, heartbreaking and achingly gorgeous, The Ballad Of Sexual Dependency began as a personal visual journal in 1979 and continues through the next three decades, images added thematically.

Do you find you still photograph your life as you did when you first picked up a camera?