As I am standing here, I feel the need to justify my subject matter. The methodology - as it is utmost traditional.
I will not.
For most days, I would like to create something amazing, groundbreaking.
Instead I am in between my walls.
Taking photos
Of form.
Not of people, just form
Of course, only if there’s the sun.
It’s my method for escapism.
Of needing to be present but at the same time, of not to.
To scream
Shout
Silently
To escape the walls that confide me.
At the same time providing comfort and care.
To play.
In my own way.
As I shouldn’t shout
Should not shout about the fact that I want my kid to feel accepted
I want my kid to be treated equally.
As a child
As an adult.
I want to shout that it's not fair to hope that I want my kid to die before I do
That I want to bury my child. Myself.
Just
So that I know that no one will hurt him.
That he would always feel loved.
As I also want to be a photographer
Perhaps even an artist.
Maybe, just maybe my work might influence someone not to shout profanities,
Give stares of disapproval at the supermarket queue.
Feel that it is ok to use daun as a derogatory term
Maybe I just need some hope .
Maybe I need a reason to keep living
Just to be happy
In between the walls that confine us all.