Lately I've been getting the feeling that my work has been pretty... eery and lonely. To tell you the truth, I love it. It reminds me of the feeling you get when you're depressed and for some reason you
want to listen to sad music or watch a sad romance (not that a manly man like myself would ever do such a thing). I think it's a sort of healing process, a purging of emotions. But damn, that feeling of unrest, I just can't get it out of my head. I mean, I'm a happy guy... most of the time. It's odd to say but I find a sort of comfort in it.
So I've decided to jump into it some more with the current series I've taken on. While it's still untitled, I've decided to give everyone a little sneak peak (old and new work) into my process and search for solace.




"...for some reason you want to listen to sad music or watch a sad romance..." <--- I can completely relate to this and sadly, love it. It's a kind of masochism that I admit to. But back to photography...I think that photojournalists have this kind of masochistic mindset. One would have to to take on day in and day out the overwhelming emotion experienced from photographing war, famish, poverty, even celebration and hope. Just saying...
ReplyDeleteIt might be silly, and to some blatantly obvious to say, but I would like to know your reasoning for keeping the figures faceless. Is it to put yourself there? Or the for the viewer? Or simply to keep the mood? Get where I'm going with this? I like to pick people's brains.