Every time I press the shutter button, I feel a responsibility to what I capture. That overdeveloped sense of accountability is more evident when I shoot people.
I choose to blur them. Or capture them out of focus. I applaud their importance without allowing them identity.
I sometimes have to ask myself the question whether I do this to disassociate. Or could it be that I don’t particularly like what they project back at me, about myself.
Do I forget, after I press the shutter, develop the image and applaud my brilliance , the faces that I capture?
Do I think about where these unwilling subjects came from? What experience shaped them the most? Their dreams. Their passions. Their fear.
Do I contemplate their future? On what path they are finding themselves on? Their aspirations. Their struggles.
Do I imagine their expectations of pleasure? The twinkling of failure?
Do I celebrate their existence?
Do I see myself in them?
Are we being shaped by our past? Or are we being shaped by our future?