Thoughts, and a precaution about words
I once read an interview with photographer Lee Friedlander that said he used to think very often about why he was a photographer, and why he made images. These were the questions that constantly confronted his work, until he got older and realized that “why” didn’t really matter. I sometimes compare myself and my process to such great artists as Lee Friedlander, and wonder about the connections that have yet to be made in my mind about my own work. For I often think about words. How they shape our experience of ourselves and of the world. How I have come to have such a fascination with them, and why that matters. I do not consciously lead myself to cross examine why I pay so much mind to words. The inquiry comes up naturally. Like yesterday evening, listening to a song that reminded me of a tender moment from my past. Words fell away then, yesterday evening. Perhaps because the memory was more feeling than thinking. I was recalling a moment when simply being i