I love photography more and more each day. I cant describe it. There's an addictive quality to the constant search for the perfect image. I find there to be a meditative quality to photography. I transcend from ponderer to observer, recorder; a chronicler behind the lens as opposed to a game piece on the board. I forget everything in search of images that transform, inspire and express that which is often suppressed. I never been so passionate about anything in my life except maybe for him but even photographs fade. And yet passion doesn't.
I'm a photojournalist without a subject, still life sans object, and open aperture devoid of light. I am framed, out of focus, and underexposed, experiencing you via wide angled-macro senses, attempting to make sense of the distorted.
Yet, even the distorted comes into focus and all takes perfect sublime shape.
Passion is what keep us alive...
the things we see with our eyes are not real nor truth, but what we feel it is...
Our human eye is so primitive... so still in evolution... nothing is real... we all are somebodys dream.
The more brilliant we and smarter we become the more distorted we see things... and we become even more complex... in our work and life... thats the beauty of the absurd.
'I love the way you write Yusef'
And I, the pictures you take Ruben.