Isolation Photos
My daughter Emma recently updated her website with some photographs and an essay on solitude. (Here’s a link to Emma’s website)
It prompted me to pull some isolation/solitude photos from my files.
Emma included both positive and negative aspects of the idea of solitude, “To show that feeling of isolation has many facets.” Where I, not so much. By negative I don’t necessarily mean depressing or morose, I’m just not focusing on a meditative or soothing solitude. I guess I am looking for people who look alone, even in situations where they might be surrounded by others.
I’ve always felt isolated. I remember recurring dreams from when I was three years old in San Diego and being able to flap my arms like wings and fly above all the people below. I could watch them from above (maybe a precursor to becoming a photographer, watching) but I was never noticed from below.
My photographs of these “isolated” people are perhaps a way for me to try to come to terms with my own form of isolation. Put it in perspective, if you will. Or maybe the photos are simply a way for me to connect somehow with these unknown, yet connected in some manner, brethren, whoever they may be.
It prompted me to pull some isolation/solitude photos from my files.
Emma included both positive and negative aspects of the idea of solitude, “To show that feeling of isolation has many facets.” Where I, not so much. By negative I don’t necessarily mean depressing or morose, I’m just not focusing on a meditative or soothing solitude. I guess I am looking for people who look alone, even in situations where they might be surrounded by others.
I’ve always felt isolated. I remember recurring dreams from when I was three years old in San Diego and being able to flap my arms like wings and fly above all the people below. I could watch them from above (maybe a precursor to becoming a photographer, watching) but I was never noticed from below.
My photographs of these “isolated” people are perhaps a way for me to try to come to terms with my own form of isolation. Put it in perspective, if you will. Or maybe the photos are simply a way for me to connect somehow with these unknown, yet connected in some manner, brethren, whoever they may be.