I have been asked many times, what thoughts
run in my mind when I lift my camera to capture an image. And I am always
at a loss to answer this seemingly simple question. I have been advised by many
people to think of or to philosophies my reasons for choosing a subject.
Unfortunately for me it does not work that way. Frankly, never ever any
deep thoughts or philosophy take over my mind when I see the subject I
want to click. It is just an instinct which makes me choose a
subject. Some inherent beauty I see in it, may be a beauty which only I
see.
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| My vision of Wheat fields |
For me it is something to do with feeling,
subject raises in me, which may not be profound at all. It can be just framing
I like, composition I like, abstractness of it which I like, face I like, shape
I like. At the end they all represent my vision. What I find most difficult is
to give reason behind my capture. What thoughts ran in my mind when I
clicked? I would say none. There is no reason, there is just love of
capturing what I see and what I experience. Feeling of oneness I get with my
subject obliterates all other thoughts from my mind. It is pure meditation
where no thought exists. It is me and my subject to the exclusion of everything
else.
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| Me and My subject - Nothing else exists |
So when I am asked what you were thinking,
I turn blank, because at the moment of capture I was in conversation with my
subject and not thinking. When I look at my picture later on, I give it a
thought, trying to attach a reason and I always fail, because that seed is not
there. It is very difficult for me to give my feelings a name, my experience a
title. In rare cases, it suddenly springs and then I realise that it is not
related to experience of the time of capture, but it is related to something
which I may be feeling at that particular moment.
I do not have a habit to go in search of a
meaning of other photographer's photo or try to go deep into photographer's
mind. May be a trait I should develop. I feel that each one of us has a
different way of "looking" at things. For me it boils down to whether
I like the way of his or her, looking at the subject. And here looking
does not have any deep meaning attached to it. For me it is like love at a
first sight. I like it at a first glance or I do not.I appreciate the vision of
the photographer.
I do photography to go away from it all, to
leave all seriousness of life behind, to attain that blankness of purpose.
Can’t something be done for the fun of it, for the enjoyment you get out of it?
Why give it a meaning?
