I never wanted to be a journalist and I always had trouble writing school papers, essays, etc. Yet, here I am, writing a blog for over two years now. Visual is my thing – I choose to express my feelings, thoughts and ideas through photography & visual art, not words. Yet somehow I always seem to write at least 300 word long posts. If I don’t, they feel kind of empty. Sometimes I wonder if anyone reads what I write below those “Cool photos! x” and “Great outfit!” shots.
But no matter what, I continue to write, as if I was keeping a diary. I always feel compelled to put everything in a setting that I see in my minds eye, to fulfill the concept I have in my head, to translate my feelings and emotions for those who don’t see those images the way I see them. I sometimes feel the need to explain to the viewer why the fuck he, or she, is looking at a black and white photo of a branch, in which rule of thirds has been totally disregarded. And why should you look at it anyway? As much as I try to bring you closer to my perspective, people can never see the same. Art sometimes cannot be explained. You just have to perceive it your own way and look for a message that’s meaningful to you. Also remember, you don’t even have to understand it in order to be moved by it.
For today’s post, I have selected a few photos I’ve shot a while ago but never published. They are very much abstract and offer a lot of thinking space. I am not going to tell you what the objects caught on these photos are. In fact, I was thinking you could tell me. What do you see? Do you know what’s in the photos? Even better, how would you describe the feeling you get from them?