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My own snapshot

“My camera was my gateway drug into my studious puberty. It was the stimulus that kept my brain working over the summers. More imImageportantly, it helped me adopt life which was overflowing with situations that needed to be captured and retained; it helped me adopt the idea that there is always another way to do something, another way to capture life. Being given numerous perspectives, I was learning to capture the diversity between them. The diverse colors, patterns, texture, symmetry and lines that had the power to draw the eye to key focal points in a shot. Not only was I getting the picture of life through my lenses, but I was also preparing myself for the unknown.

My mother and I were recently surfing through old pictures when we found an uncommon one. Eyes hidden behind a curtain of brownish hair and my long pale fingers reaching out to grasp the camera. I could have been cute, but with my while pallor, sharp, prominent cheekbones and harsh look, I appeared sickly, a shadow of an angry little mademoiselle.  I could not remember the day, the exact time or place, but I could easily recall my emotions toward that moment. I remembered being furious while trying to learn to write with my left hand. It was a foolish thing to do, but yet, I was little, stubborn and determined to be different.

Being sensitive to art and beauty, I discovered that my inner self was always having an urge of explaining every situation given in life through painted, arranged or photographed ways. People thought this was odd, and I was sometimes called a weirdo, but I was still the girl who wanted to learn to write with her left hand only because everyone else was using their right one. I considered my every confrontation as a challenge and it was then that I realized what my obsession was really about. It was more than just a shot. Everything I could see through my lenses was amazingly indescribable. I was teaching myself the understanding of every perspective and moving beyond simple tolerance to seize the rich dimensions of diversity contained within each shot. Moreover, my personality was evolving from a little mademoiselle to a grown up lady who loved challenging herself throughout her odyssey and thought beauty was brought when people understood, respected and accepted every individual and their own uniqueness.”

This essay was written by me when I was asked to write about myself. I could not think of a better way of writing it than using my camera as a metaphor to what was I becoming. 

Yours truly,

Fjo

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  1. Great portrait and essay! 🙂

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