How I Discovered, Through Photography, My Own Way of Seeing the World
For a long time, I didn’t think of the way I relate to the world as something personal. I didn’t call it a way of seeing. I didn’t call it a quality. It was simply how I moved through things. And how things reached me. Photography came into my life later, in 2015. At the beginning, I thought photography was about learning to look better. Sharper. More accurately. I focused on technique, composition, light, timing. All the usual things you can name, practice, improve. And then, at some point, without trying to, I started recognizing myself in the images I was making. Not as an idea. More like a familiar feeling that kept returning. I’m drawn to small things. Ordinary things. A branch. A detail in nature you could easily pass by. Nothing spectacular. Nothing meant to impress. Empty spaces that still feel inhabited. Ordinary moments that seem quiet at first, but reveal something if you stay with them long enough. Something is definitely already there, something that delights me. A subtle ...