I think when artists start out, they are just imitating more famous artists. Nothing is original. After a while you start to put your own input into your work, affected by continued life experiences and newfound tastes. It’s akin to learning to cook a dish or mixing a cocktail, and slowly adding your own twists as you master the process. I think just now I’ve discovered my aesthetic. It took 6 years of learning, experimenting, hating my progress. Every click of the shutter is another opportunity to learn. And I know eventually my tastes will change again. No artist stops trying to improve. For the first time in a while, I can look at my recent work and not cringe. 

For a week or so anyway, then it’s back to loathing.