Before photography became about moving an audience, for many of us taking pictures was a simple act of noticing. Timeless, non-judgmental perception of being. When asked by my therapist if I ever contemplated suicide, I replied no. Despite losses of attachment and traumas of body and mind, the witness of being was enough in my case to prevent despair. Existence was supportive enough — nor did it seem obvious that ending the body would end my life. Although my photography practice this year has worked in projects with a clear (though intuitive) statement, underneath every picture is the testimony that something is.
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