Detachment through a lens... I think reality is sometimes experienced better through a screen. It starts with sketching at young age. Observing things, replicating them on paper, tracing them. Eventually I get a camera. Neat, better sketching. And theses sketches are edited. Angled, coloured, distorted. And the distortions are sometimes more accurate. I exhaust this eventually and do more studio work, more films, more controlled stuff, and maybe that's when the disillusionment began. I've started carrying my camera again with me again and I feel I am able to take in the beauty of life a little better. The other day I was with a group of friends, we had a great time. It was through a camera held in my hands. The other day I felt warm with appreciation at the growth of a family member. I took their portrait. The other day I experienced dissociation positively for the first time. It started with a camera... This is why I think I'm autistic sometimes. Or just haunted by Annie Leibovitz. Somethings not right. Oh well, if a camera is the medication I need to experience life properly, so be it. ![[DSCF5419.jpg]]