I allow myself to imagine my works of art as a constant reflection of my emotional landscape.
Whether that is informed by trauma, joy, conflict, doubts, or questions, these emotions are the core of what I believe makes for great work. I know people see many things in my pictures. They notice that my photographs reflect my emotional state. In general, I agree with them. The more I do street photography, the more I feel it is impossible to separate my emotional state and my mood from the photos I take. Undoubtedly, photography is an emotional rescue for me.
On the other hand, strangers who see my pictures may think of the pictures’ author as unhappy.
I would not describe myself as a sad person. Instead, I would describe myself as contemplative, introverted, and nostalgic. For me, art is not a matter of communication or information. It’s all about evoking feelings not only in the artist’s mind, heart, and soul but especially in the audience’s. Undoubtedly, works of art are a reflection of emotion. We all have various moods and emotional landscapes throughout our existence. Sometimes, we feel better, sometimes worse. Everything you read on my blog, my Dear Friend, are my reflections and contemplations of art.
Throughout the last centuries, there have been many attempts to describe what art, in fact, is.
In today’s post (I wrote it on the 25th of February, 2023), I want to stress that the process of creating is my reflection of my emotional landscape. Still, it does not mean I won’t change or adjust my statement in the future. My creation process is an open tome. I will be writing in it until the end of my life. I plan to mix all my insights with my photographs and publish all these things on this blog.
