And how not to be one. A freelance photographer takes you through some lessons over a ten year career. — When I was twenty years old, me and my team found ourselves in the police station, separately being interrogated in a tiny room at 10pm at night. We had been there for six hours, being asked question after question. We each also had our very own good cop/bad cop. My…

Notes from a photographer — A ding of a bell echos through the linoleum hallway. The bell is from the front desk of the art museum. I had never heard that sound in an art museum before, especially not one this large. A single customer pinging to be let in, the staff absent, not expecting…

You can’t be everywhere at once — An uneasiness. A rush. The push to keep going. Even the few minutes that I was waiting for the train, this anxiety was given all of my attention instead of taking in the moment. One might feel that the commonplace nature of waiting at the station may disqualify it from…

A relief from the mental desert — The poetry, I think it’s still there. I haven’t been able to hear it these days, but every once in a while the memory of it floats through me, and I am there again. When the muses and the Gods were present. I am starting to understand a little bit…

New experiments, new endeavors — Feelings I haven't felt in a while have come to pay me a visit. Photography, for a long time, had become less to me for some reason. I don't know when the life disappeared. When the magic dissipated, dissolved into the rushed schedule, the panic of perfection. …

They become our artists — The ascetic life is appealing to me. As a person who is constantly confounded by life’s daily rituals, to live simply and to have a constant single-tracked routine is one that I dream of. But unfortunately, I also dream of other lives. …

The futility of defining the creative — During the course of my career, a whole variety of questions have lived in my mind. Not all of these questions are good, and can oftentimes damage and taint the integrity of the project that I’m doing. While this doubt in particular never was much of a problem, the validity…

A reflection of my trip to the city — My trip to Tokyo: An amalgamation. It has been a cornucopia of experiences, a fantastic array of both rush and rest. I cannot properly convey how different I feel here compared to the town I am from. …