One thing I love about photography is, everything that I can see can be my subject. There’s no limit to the creativity. I could plant my camera, aim it at the sky, and as the clouds change every photo is different. Point, shoot. Things you see every day turned into a work of art. You can learn everything you can about how the camera works but still have the freedom to experiment. Shake things up. The art of presentation. From nature to artistic imaginings. Full colour, black and white. Everything in between. Turns sitting there and looking around into an engaging activity. It’s good for the mind. It helps me escape when I need to and amplifies my happiness when I’m already riding the wave. It’s therapeutic. Grounding. I could go on for hours, days even. I just love to take pictures.
There isn’t much in this world that calms the storm inside, for me. But it seems that creativity is my drug. Photography is just one of my outlets, I don’t believe in restriction. If I feel like trying something that I’ve never done, and it’s artistic or creative, I do it. If I get stuck I seek information. Seek to understand. I seek the skill. I feel I have the talent, it’s just a matter of focusing in and “striking while the irons hot”. Get motivated and let it take you where you need to go. Sometimes I wonder if any of my art is any good or if I’m wasting my time. It then I remind myself that it makes me feel good. And if it makes me feel good someone else might feel the same. If I evoke even a small feeling of inspiration in one person, it all becomes worth it. At least, to me. Who knows? -K.P.N.
