Thursday, January 24, 2013
I swear, I'm not just randomly taking pictures of you. You are my subject, though unwillingly, and I am the artist. I see a scene, I feel my goal rise up inside me, and with that I raise my camera. Nothing more. I am sorry that I have disturbed your "studying" as you listen to your iPod, but really, I have a clear purpose in mind, and you don't have to look at me like I'm insane. But maybe I am a little insane. Well, that's a discussion for another day; for now, I'm going to photograph your empty chair and scorn you for taking that newspaper that I was going to photograph. Bastard.