candid images, and it seems important to note this, but why? I am interested in truth, in capturing what feels most real, in being a surreptitious participant, in submerging the act of observing within the sea of experiencing.
I challenge the idea that we can't both observe and participate, that we are either on the outside looking in, or fully IN. I know that we are capable of more, of non-duality, of contradictions, of BOTH AND.
Many angles, many minds, many truths.
And as quantum physics shows us, that which is observed, changes. The mere fact of a camera, of a watcher, impacts the direction of a moment. We are constantly in relation, to each other, to our environment, to our monkey minds and boundless hearts.
I often wonder: do words have a place in my art? Does the story add or detract from a picture's power? Is a title a trap or an added layer of understanding? Does writing fall into a separate art box, or not?
It's an issue worth wrestling.
It's a question that leads me back to me - how much of myself to share, and how much of my own interpretation is relevant, wanted, or necessary.
It's a question that leads to more questions.
So for now, I will compromise with a blog, which will be an art box for words, for stories, for questions.