Photography is life through a filter. They say what you see is what you get. Is that true?
The central exercise and experience of using photography are to capture the images more for my benefit, mental wealth, interest, an extension of my mind, sight, perception, feelings and reality during a bout of mental illness. Most of these shots stretch my situation during an episode of mental illness by focusing on the light. Even though my mind is dark, I kept the color to help me realize that I don’t have to live in the dark except for Family Portrait.
As I look back, they now bring pleasure to me. The photos are linked to the original post.
When I am tired of the issue of solving the state of my mind, the camera allows me to focus away from the automatic thoughts. That fracture of a second is life-saving.
For seventeen years, my brother lost his desire to paint due to mental illness as well. On September 2017, he picked up the brushes again. For him, this moment was a call from the Holy Spirit. Most of his artwork is based on sacred art. When it comes to spiritual belief, it baffles medical science the power of faith.
This is an advertisement for higher education at DOuglas College, and I just love it. It’s a moving statement that brings me out of the paralyzing thoughts. What makes my heart skips a beat with joy, love, excitement and gratitude is what I what I Love to DO.
In the margin of the peace-loving community where I grew up, a group of artists with the help of local government change is happening to make this area attractive to locals and visitors.
This shot exposes how a photo can conjure the vulnerable side of me.
In a world driven by earthly desires, how refreshing it is to lose ourselves and still win.
Here I will stop providing you the world as I view it and allow you to pay more attention to what these shots speak.
Way before the movement of let’s Talk mental health, I am not ashamed to discuss this with my employers, colleagues, friends and family. I could speak in front of strangers or groups with no filter. In my experience, they are more uncomfortable to ask questions not because of shame but because they are more fearful than the disease itself, until now.
With gratitude to my family and friends for their love, prayers and support. I live for another day!