Day 3 of 365 . . . prompt word: sharp edges
I was sitting at my kitchen table last night looking at my word list for today’s prompt.
I must have stared at the words forever as I wondered to myself, “What am I going to take a picture of?” I started going through various composition ideas in my head. I tried to think what I had in my house that I could use as a prop for the image. I couldn’t think of a thing. The irritating critic in my head started taking over.
“It’s only Day 3 and you are ready to give up!”
“Why do you take on these projects anyway?”
“You can be such an idiot!”
I pushed the irritating voice to the back of my head and I refocused my efforts on thinking how I could portray those words in a single image. Sharp edges. I thought to myself, “You have a beautiful chef knife. You could recreate an image similar to Steven Brisson’s on Flickr.” I make an omelette almost every morning for breakfast. Easy peasy. Armed with a plan, I flipped the bird at my inner critic and headed to bed.
This morning I woke up, fed my dog and let him out to lay on the back deck in the warm morning sun. I quickly gathered the ingredients I would need to make the most awesome mushroom omelette. It was going to be spectacular! And I would have the image to prove it. Gordon Ramsey would be knocking on my door to shower accolades upon me and dub me this year’s winner of MasterChef (even though I didn’t even audition for the show). There would be special circumstances for my situation. For not only was I about to make a breakfast worthy to serve to a Michelin Star King, but I would set my foot on the stage of becoming an amazing food photographer in the process!
I began chopping and organizing my ingredients. I had simple props to round out the image. Finally, I was ready.
My inner critic sneered as I picked up my iPhone. The stage was set. I just needed to capture the image. I lined up the shot. Nope. I shifted myself to the right. Nope. I spun the cutting board at an angle. The critic snickered and barked out his barbed comments.
“I told you.”
“You can’t do it.”
“You don’t have the right equipment.”
I briefly thought of grabbing my Nikon with 50mm lens. No. I told myself from the beginning that I was going to use my iPhone exclusively this year for the project. No. I needed to use what I had. I repositioned myself, but it was a no go. The colours were all too similar. It was a very bland looking image. There was no warmth. No invitation.
“You’re a loser.”
Feeling defeated, I set my phone down and warmed up the pan to cook my breakfast. I realized I had forgotten the cheese. I pulled out the grater and began shredding. I thought about how I need to learn more about using my iPhone camera effectively. Because at that moment I felt like I could do nothing worthwhile. Just then, I caught my fingernail on the sharp edge of the cheese grater. I quickly pulled my hand back and ran my thumb over the rough edge of my fingernail.
“Damn that’s got a sharp edge to it!”
I stopped. I slowly reached for my iPhone. I popped on my husband’s Olloclip and composed the image. My heart was pounding in my chest. I held my breath.
Not just one sharp edge but many. Sweet!
“It’s not the best image you’ve ever made.”
I quickly turned my attention on my inner critic.
“Maybe not, but I completed the assignment! So shut the f-stop!”
Sharp edges . . . awesome!
Are you a foodie like me? How do you silence your inner critic?