Meet the Artist: Colin Wiseman

Meet the Artist: Colin Wiseman

     Where’d it all start?

    I always had an interest in photography, but during my graduate studies in Sociology at the University of Calgary I got a bit more serious, bought a beat-up Nikon n80, and started shooting slide film. Snowboarding remained a constant in my life and editorial imagery was a creative outlet beyond the endless hours behind a screen. With a few things published in local weeklies, I had shoulder surgery upon graduating, moved to Bellingham for an editorial internship with The Snowboarder’s Journal, and started riding and shooting Mt. Baker through recovery. It all progressed from there.


    Favorite photo you’ve taken and why?

    It’s impossible to narrow it down to one. Every successful image sparks a fond memory, and every new concept might be my favorite. I have a shot of Taro Tamai giving Gerry Lopez a snow barrel in that Hokkaido backcountry that comes to mind. Two legends in the latter half of their lives still showing pure stoke. That’s one of many, though. 



    Where do you feel most inspired?

    In the mountains, coastline, and rainforests of the Pacific Northwest. Japan and Alaska also get me going.


    What advice would you give to your younger self?

    Slow it down a bit, sometimes. I’d probably tell my older self the same thing.


    Favorite photographer or artistic inspiration?

    Donald Miralle, who has roots in the surf world, has been doing some really interesting work with more mainstream sports recently. His Tokyo Paralympic imagery was particularly inspiring. The subjects of my imagery are also a huge inspiration—for my snowboard work, I’m just trying to effectively capture their riding and the environment in which they perform without any unnecessary distractions.


    Favorite book, TV show, or movie from the past year?

    I’m currently reading Breath by James Nestor and enjoying the lessons therein.


    Last meal on earth? (food, setting, people, etc.)

    Onigiri in the snow somewhere far from cell service with a couple of good friends. Any or all of the folks I’ve enjoyed a long walk with, really.