I lost all my interest on my weekdays, the only way to deal with it, is to seek a way out. And my focus has been relying on my weekend journey to my mini-project – the island. It is the only way I could get through the week no matter how terrible my days have become. While it sounds like my attention is all over the project, I’m pacing myself knowing the fact that the coming weeks would be another opportunity there again. I do not see a deadline or a period to it just yet.
I keep hearing successful stories of who and who turning their passionate hobbies into their business. I’m so happy for them and meanwhile seeing my ‘hollow’ self. Living in a society requires fierce completion and serious dollars certainly isn’t helping. Photography is the only thing that keeps me alive. Sadly, it has nothing to do with my career at all; nor I’ve received credibility with it. Good news is that when I have my camera in hand, I quickly become my ‘rational’ self.
I’m still the ‘nobody’ who shoots photographs. Owning a non-M Leica does not make me ‘somebody’ either. My photographs are merely fragments of my experience. Those whom are able to maximize that ‘street encounter’ experience makes it who you are, and perhaps become the ‘somebody’.
It’s important to have photographs that speak for the photographers’ mind. It’s good to question ourselves what does this image do to you. If my answer is because I was there, without meanings that I wish to express; it does not matter how good the image looks, it would be ‘just another’ photo. The selection process plays a huge part of any photographers, there’s no exception even just for the ‘nobody’.
I try to be invisible when finding the inner meaning and harmony on a given scene. It’s what I sought after these days. I keep walking and shooting depending upon how my day goes. I’m still that nobody wandering with a camera.