This is something different.
I’m usually observing people from afar, from the comfort of my anonymity and my long lens.
It’s partly because I’ve always been fascinated by the lives of others and partly because, I’ll admit it, I’m too cowardly to engage with them on a deeper level.
This pandemic has forced me to realise what I have been doing with my photography for the past few years is just a coping mechanism but it won’t lead me anywhere substantial, or anywhere I really want to be. Removing myself won’t help me achieve my goals, it will screen and separate my feelings and will leave them to rot far away from my images.
So I’m dipping my toes into it. Into these dark waters, unexplored and cold that I’ve been trying to avoid for a very long time.
Knowing the why of things has never been a priority for me, I've always been happy to accept things as they come and interrogating them was almost a sacrilege for me. This just led me to a dead-end street. I feel my tracks are interrupted and I need to build some new ones...