Things
happen, I say. Not able to say who has caused them, because that would start
out as a looking-for-a-reason, but inevitably end up in finger pointing. I
say, Life happens. I say that a lot, not yet sure how I feel about it, though. That
covers my view on everything, regardless. It must show in my own
interpretations of reality, then. As a person of a restless eye and mind, for
that matter, I am intrigued by the simplest things that happen around me and if
I have the photo with me, I take pictures of the weirdest things. Lately,
majority of those are cracks in the roads I am walking. There is just something
about their unpredictable, man-influence-free nature that seduces me. Yet, they
all resemble each other, where ever I take them. May it be Krakow, Reykjavik,
Berlin, Stockholm, Malta, Porto, Barcelona or Kobarid. However, when I take pictures of moments that
are not only cracks in the asphalt, I am not looking for any kind of reasoning
as why it happened or what it represents. On the opposite, I take them the way
they are and there is always a certain thought they provoked, a memory or
look-a-like resemblance. I found out, the image is always embedded in a
context. The kind that is taken for granted or we are just used to see them together
supporting each other. There is a natural go-along relation between them. I am
all about context and a message it supports, that is why I like to change it,
twist it or simply turn it upside down. By that, the original message gets stronger,
clearer or it creates a new meaning completely. But then it does not matter, if
I emphasize or diminish it. I am not interested in that. Nor am I interested in
interpretations people make, because they, too, happen anyways. People will
always try to grasp the thought behind them and assume conclusions. That is a
magic side of Reality I call human state of mind.
Now, interpretation
of reality is a topic worth writing about. Or should I say misinterpretations
based on assumption to understand.
