My still life photos represent how positioning compositions, from plates to flower pots, is an intrinsic art form. “Desert Flower,” taken beneath balmy Santa Monica sunlight, ethereally portrays nature as dreamlike and untouched, immaculately planted by Mother Nature. Mirroring my definitive qualities from last spring, “Reflective Identity” physically reflects my silhouette off of an ornament and intrinsically portrays my sense of self. In essence, my still life photos are meant to elicit an ineffable feeling of harmonious consonance, synergizing outer and inner forces with introspective elements.
More than merely a still life, portraits communicate an individual’s values through their candid introspection. In shooting my grandma’s lily white German Shepard “Jota,” I aimed to emphasize a dog’s frivolous dexterity: when rushing for school at the crack of dawn, I often muse about leading a “dog’s life” that subsists on simplicity. Yet the model in “Cambodian Prayer,” unable to read, write, or speak in English, communicated a greater message to me – simplifying life to meditation alongside burning incense, his source of light on an array of levels. I’ve since valued photography as my outlet for meditation by viewing my pictures as a greater representation of my experiences, and thus an endless self-portrait.