Comfortable in uncertainty
I’m not sure where I’m going.
And that’s ok.
Not knowing is perhaps my strength. I approach photography with curiosity. I’m not trying to fit in or appease the art critics. I’m having fun and creating art I love. If you love it too that’s the cherry on top.
About a year ago I found John Koenig’s “Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows” online. In it, a made-up word touched me as something I’ve felt through my travels. The word is Sonder and it is defined as:
Sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries, and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
This word has been the inspiration for my photographic career. It describes the feelings I want to depict in every shot. If it’s doable, or if I can do it, I don’t know. All I can do is try.