My Inspiration from Others

Untitled by Jamie Fyson Howard
Untitled, a photo by Jamie Fyson Howard on Flickr.

Im fascinated with youth and I got that from a combination of living in USA where everything is based around the unhealthy obsession of youth and the preservation of it at seemingly any social cost. The age from about 17 to about 30 are interesting times for me to document, because it was a time of great stress and confusion for me and when I look back on it now, with the benefit of hindsight, I can see how others confront their identities and try to fit in to a scene or niche in order to survive the perceived social balance that you think you need to adhere to in order to be accepted.

This particular image attracts me primarily because of the striking nature of light, and then the unveiling of an intricate social anomaly being revealed behind the wall of smoke. This wonderful non verbal communication/interaction which involves the photographer who in turn passes that on to you the viewer and ultimately you are part of the process of non verbal interactivity communication.


Im looking forward to having less stuff, to being able to think singularly and having the space to move around within myself or atleast the ability to simplify my mind and my hangups about the amount of things I have that now spent more time preventing me from doing the things that I want to be doing then thinking about all the things I cant do because I have all these worldly possessions which have begun to have this psychological effect of holding me down like a large bag of rain in a storm. Who cares whether or not its true, for me it is, and so I am washing away the last ten years of my life in the belief that accumulation and stagnation were a comforting fortress of security and the feeling of being able to own these things in the first place is quite a nice feeling and a sense of achievement. I think Im coming up on some kind of personal enlightenment. Am I gong on about this too much? Perhaps I am, sorry, but its a convincing filter which I have to speak out like an exhalation.

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