This selection of photographs are what I consider to be the "strongest" photographs from my small walks, however these photographs are empty. I don't feel anything when I look at these photographs. They are just pretty photographs devoid of context and meaning. I am trying to recapture something which I feel is no longer achievable. Since I lost my Nanan nothing makes sense anymore and I cant seem to grasp why I began to make photographs. I am unsure whether I should continue trying to chase that feeling I got when I was in Scotland or to just give up. My technique has stayed the same as before which consists of finding lines within the landscape, but I just cant grasp the same feeling which I got from Scotland. Instead of finding my freedom again, I am instead experiencing the feeling of being trapped.
Yorkshire Sculpture Park
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