I have a camera phone. I keep it in my pocket, because belt clips and other cases that ride on the outside of my clothing are just plain dangerous. (Imagine constantly getting caught on doorways, seatbelts, walls, toilet paper dispensers, etc.)
My phone is currently working on a gallery show entitled, “Dark Spaces,” which is a visual exploration of life, as seen from the insides of my many pockets. From an esoteric standpoint, it is a fascinating collection of images that express the digital soul of the artist. From a critic’s standpoint, it is a collection of unexposed pixels.
I delete the images on a regular basis.. and always feel a little guilty.