Speaking for myself solely. I "grew up artistically" in the heyday of the battle to get photography recognized as a fine art. This issue was enormously important to me and I was very vocal and emotional about it. I guess in my youthful naivety I decided I was a "real" artist when I had my first one-man show, which was was shortly after I finished my BFA in 1972. Now, 36 years, an additional MFA, a few books and dozens of shows later........it doesn't seem all that important. In the end, all that seems to really matter is the work, a handful of images that I have made that seem to be important and the never ending struggle to make a few more.
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