wishy washy on the connection for this one…
One of the many things that I dabble in, is photography. I’ve been taking photos since high school, and these days I find some spare work with weddings, events, and headshots. My true passion is the concept of “decay”. Spaces that once were vibrant and full of life that have been taken back by nature. In some ways, it is photographing the nature of death, but it is also displaying the battle between human and nature. We take from the Earth and when we are done, it takes back. It’s an interesting cycle, one that tortures through the discussion of whether or not it is a parasitic relationship or a symbiotic one. The current state of the environment, I would say it is parasitic.
So, what does that have to do with identity (or health?). A long time ago, I came across a photographer I really admired. It was during a time when he was doing a piece on Alopecia and those who had the condition. Much of Daniel Regan’s work has to do with “freaks” or people who don’t always fit into the societal norm. His stuff is sharp and brilliant on a multitude of levels. He’s done work in the LGBT arena, the homeless population, and a litany of mental health related exhibits [[ check on this ]]. When it boils down, his focus is looking at individual identity as it relates to the “abnormal”.
We are such a visual culture that photograph “lens” itself (sorry, I had to) to a peculiar dilemma. We cannot always trust what we see, but a lot of photography has more truth in it than we can perceive. In a world of reshoot and retouch, truth is distorted. [[more ]]
Okay, okay, onto the relative piece of transformation. I wanted to feature a photographer as a source of inspiration because of the visuality of it. When we look in the mirror, what we see is not always truth either. The story projected is one of our past, our insecurity, and 1,000 other
— Distorted version