I’m a lover of solitude and silence. I find myself drawn to pockets of peace in an otherwise chaotic world and I enjoy being alone with my thoughts, watching the world pass by. Sounds wash over me and get lost in the distance and all that remains is the beating of your own heart and the wandering of your own mind. It is at that moment that the world slows down, the colors become more vivid and the smells more intense. All of creation unfolds before you and you can only stand in awe as your senses become lost in the beauty. And then it ends. It has to end. Just as a star cannot shine without the darkness, the sound of silence can only be appreciated amid the noise. But for that brief moment when the chaos is overtaken by the peace, the world is truly yours to enjoy.
“Every artist was first an amateur.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I’ve drawn inspiration and encouragement in my life from a multitude of people. People to whom I am forever indebted, but a few years ago, though sheer happenstance really, I came across the work of two photographers that I suspect have done more than any to open my eyes to what photography is and could be.