Alternative Nostalgia

3A651474-015C-48D6-BE3A-4A046A25A9CC.jpgLife. We can’t explain it. But we know we’re living in it.

Life. We meet people, we learn. We create memories in it.

Life goes on. We miss the good times, the times where we felt alive. The times where we had no regrets. Where all we were thinking about was how we were feeling in that very moment. The moment was ours, and it was precious.

We miss those moments. Nostalgia. I can say that I have experienced this feeling countless times. I miss people who have come into my life for a reason. But we can’t get those moments back, and can’t be with those we wish to see. But we can remeber, and that’s it. We only have the memory, and the feeling.

This is what photography does for me. I take photos to remember. I want to feel again. I take photos to regain the emotions I have felt from those moments. Every second of everyday there is a new moment to capture. Moments that I can never get back. I can shape the moment into what I want, just by looking into my 18-135mm lens and pressing the photo button with my right index finger, and hearing the camera shutter and click. There. Moment captured. No undoing it.

On Thursday August 3rd, I embarked on another journey to Mexico. I visited Mexico City, Guadalajara, Tequila (to the east of Guadalajara),and Mazatlan.

On the way back from visiting Tequila, I threw on some headphones and reviewed some photos on my camera that I had taken that day on the trip so far.

While listening to Ana Sun by Walk the Moon, I look at the reflection on my camera screen and notice an ambre of oranges, reds, and pinks. I look behind me to see something unexpected and miraculous. I look to find an epiphany of a sunset, and the rays are penetrating through the windows and caressing the faces of the other people in the car with me.

I begin to film and photograph this marvel, and as the beat in the song gets lounder and stronger, a rush of emotion came over me. It’s one of those unexplainable emotions that we as human beings cannot express, or that we cannot understand, a mystery of the universe. But it was good. I felt at ease, and nothing could ruin that moment for me.

Ultimately, what I felt at this moment was an eye opening. I felt grateful for all the blessings I have in my life, and grateful for all the memories I have made and cherished, and all the people that have come into my life, whether of not they were impactful or not. Life is all about learning and growing, and certain people can teach us this.

I am thankful for the bad times, when I have been let down; those experiences have shaped me into a better person and I have learned from them. This is how I express myself through photgraphy. If I can capture something and it sets off a rush of emotion and feeling within someone, that is all the satisfaction an artist needs.

Thank you, and I hope to share more soon πŸ™‚

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Shadow of Courage

At this time, I came with two pictures.

Firstly; I took it at my old high school which is also a primary school too. I immediately went to the courtyard where I could find the pure joy of youth. I didn’t have to take so many steps when I found this little boy, who was so excited, scared, happy and nervous. He was playing hide-and-seek. 
I captured him alone, alone with his feelings and his atmosphere. He was hidden and I didn’t want to take it from him. 
We can also see a tree shadow, an opened and a closed space. Hiding from the other playing kids and from the time (clock shadow) until he has to be a normal student again. When we were in his shoes, we always looked that clock. “How much time we have, feeling this freedom?” The magical freedom without being stressed, controlled, scared, nervous. 
But the boy felt both sides of feelings while he was playing.

And secondly; I finally was in France, Paris. The people immediately caught my attention, there were so many glad kids. I was always looking for a chance to perpetuate this kind of feeling that I want to be a child again. A better child (I’m not talking about my behavior). We didn’t use to play in a public area or went to a park. My mother was working, my brother and I played in our big garden. It was our playground, but I had a private place where can I ‘share’ my childhood. It was difficult for me to play wildly with other strange kiddywinks.
This BRAVE girl with her glasses and trendy roller shows me the opposite of me. The better me.

When the ‘strangers’ land

When I was in Iceland, I felt a connection between the local people and nature. It was pure. But through this photo series, I want to show the other side of it, when β€˜the strangers’ land on this beautiful creation. We can see a wall between them. They don’t want to fit in, they just want to capture themselves WITH it. Capturing this distant relationship in a photo makes them ONE.

No one has a face

For me, it’s really important to create myself, especially through the art.

My self/ selfie/ self-portrait inspired me to take these photos, called ‘No one has a face’ to not present, but express myself. I took some different selfies before that, but this journal based on, how a “popular selfie-style” can appear as a “broken selfie”, showing a broken girl, who knows what’s going on, but yet she still holds her phone, standing in front of a mirror and click that shooting button… because of the society’s trend.

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