I kept asking myself, what can a photo add to text, to my
language? I have now realized that this is just the beginning. Soon I can start
using photography to translate how I see the world and make up for the space
between the words. I look at things differently now. I look at light and
composition. I look for creative and new ways to look at things and to capture
them in ways that are innovative with a machine that is now accessible to
everyone. I do not feel I have achieved this goal yet, but I believe that I now
will have to ability and willingness to start taking the steps toward this
realization.
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely
players” –Shakespeare
The world once again for me is a stage, everything has the
ability to be a beautiful shot, and everything is an artistic medium.
Inspiration is flowing readily in the streets as the people walking them, the
people themselves the bricks they walk, the food they eat. Everything is open
and ready to be received by the willing eye. I can now look at the world and
see it as for the first time.
I believe poetry is a form of archive. The body is an archive.
The self is an archive with the medium of word to describe and be the
immortality of history.
Photography is an archive. With poetry I can help create the
archive of mediums and using both I cannot even wait to experiment and see what
needs to be expressed come to fruition.
Photography used to be an embarrassing thing my father did
when he went on trips or vacations, now I see it as a lingual tool, a
translator, a lifter of veils, an art form. It is capturing what we all want to
see but is too afraid to try.
Photography is travel transported into a single frame.
It reminds us to stay humble and to keep our eyes open and
be ready for the motion of the earth below our feet.
the camera is the life lines we all have in our palms and
forget to listen to, we forget to see.
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