Despite the endless satisfaction of having photos printed in the 'daily', the other part of me relishes the experience of being behind the camera on that very day.
Out of the books I have, or what I’ve read about photography, I never really understood the ‘art’ that I make. I think no matter how many times I read self-help books, or books on technical mumbo-jumbos, or books on how to take ‘better’ photos, it really doesn’t feel like ‘art’ that I’ve created. It all feels lifeless, soulless, as empty streets, as hollow tubes, in wonderment of the emptiness that surrounds my shallow shell.
Henri Cartier-Bresson isn’t like that; he is always and continuous to be in his moment, in his life. He defines himself an anarchist, always in fight, thinking freely and ruthless with rules. He defines it as an ethic, an act, an attitude of loving. It is a philosophy in life, that if we all thought and breathe as it, we will be a society in ‘nirvanic’ chaos. In his interview with Charlie Rose, I cannot help but feel invigorated with his spirit while watching and hearing his heart and mind talk like scripture and psalms. I wrote some to put to heart. An artist, he says is anybody who is sensitive. What is art anyway? Is it just a bunch of things put together by someone? A casual observer could nudge the idea of anything to waste. The thing about it that makes it ‘art’ is the way the ‘artist’ has done his craft; it is how much you put your heart into it that grounds it into foundation.
Sensitivity, maybe in fact, be the ‘why’ an artist recognizes the moment to capture in frame. At that moment, there is a connection between the artist and subject. There is a reason to be interested. Nevermind the grey areas of unexplainability. It is perhaps the way the ‘artist’ interprets himself, affected by the subject. It might be so that Cartier-Bresson insists on being an anarchist, being passionate about his craft and his life.
.:All creativity is found everywhere in the universe and it is channeled through me.
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