Some gel plate prints I’ve made over the last few months after first jumping into learning the process this summer. Mostly derived from my own photos and old Ebony magazines. It’s an enjoyable and deeply frustrating process that inspires and bums me out in equal measure. I’ve been largely annoyed with not finding a rhythm with it yet, but I know that’s not how this works. In many respects, I’ve been buoyed by a refusal to keep getting my ass kicked and those rare moments when I pull magic off the plate.
Before you’re good at something, you’ll probably be bad at it. As ‘bad’ is vague and subjective, perhaps it’s better to say you’ll lack proficiency and competency relative to others with experience. Proficiency and competency come with time, discipline, and plenty of errors and missteps. While critical, a lot of development processes just ain’t cute.
One of the (many) downsides of our technological connectivity is tied to what it has done to the creative and developmental psyche. There used to be a sense of limitation when it came to the less-than-cute nature of learning, growing, and improving. The world was a relatively closed circuit. Making mistakes or other cringe-inducing missteps may have felt like the end of the world, but there was no sense that the actual world might find out about it.
It’s different now. If you choose to engage with the virtual world, you run the risk of piquing its interest because you had the audacity to not be great in front of them. Of course, some are able to make their process and its associated stumbles part of their persona and identity, but even that is situated in a reality where the process and the stumbles are the point. That has its own level of intention. For those that just want to share as they grow, concerns over the scale of possible public derision is unlike any moment in human history. I like to think I’ll always err on the side of people stepping out on courage and sharing a piece of their world/themselves, but the reality of my thinking hasn’t been shaped by a world where my moments might become memes.
It’s somewhat easy to lay this at the feet of technology, but—for the time being—technology does not create itself; it only reflects the will of its creators. Fears of developmental derision are emblematic of who we are, not the platforms where we express ourselves.