From the moment I took up my camera, this series of photo-slash-poetry books became an eventual outcome. It serves as the keeper of my thoughts, extending from dreams to love, and from love to life. It’s only then I realized that my photographs and poems do far more than tending to the vulnerable hearts of others; they are also my internal dialogues.
Through these naked self-talks, I gained a better perspective of my own life, and saw my own vulnerabilities and strengths within its depths.
I came to an understanding that, more often than not, we see only what we choose to see; both consciously and unconsciously, we avoid facing the skeletons in our closets, exercising “out of sight, out of mind” to a fault. Yet, ironically, I frequently take snapshots of my own deliberate negligence in the life of others, and then sleep on the eerie unfamiliarity with myself in which they reflected. From them, I learned life’s valuable lessons, at the cost of irretrievable time.
My only wish is for these life lessons of mine to be more than mindless scribbles to others, but something that nurtures and nourishes life. If that comes to pass, these intimate conversations between us and ourselves may very well be the greatest strength and ally on our life’s journeys.
