Photography is an art, a craft, a business, a job, a vocation; it is technical and it is instinctive. Quite a mix. Once, not long ago, I worked only for money and did not often stop to look or to stare out of the window. I used to do that – take the time to let the world jumble into place, let the camera find its frame, but it took me a while to realize I had stopped doing it.
I worked hard to do what people expected of me. Or at least, I worked hard to deliver clients what I thought they wanted, and worked harder at trying to bring in more clients by anticipating ways to meet their needs. Is there a shorter way to say this? Yes: I had stopped shooting for myself.
Coming to India was hard for me at first because I lost that momentum to being in business, but in actual fact it has been a blessing. It has made me look at the world again, and settle the lens into the current of what flows before us. My journey continues traveling through the shadowlands of black and white. I remain spellbound by it.
It is a good journey. I am playing with different black and white processes. Now that summer is here in northern India, and with it the soaring temperatures, color seems to be everywhere, yet I cannot leave the shadows alone.
Perhaps it is my subconscious looking for shade and cover from the relentless sun? Or the monsoonal storms?
“So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” – T. S. Eliot