On seeing
On seeing
I was sitting on the veranda and looking at an old can of instant coffee filled with cigarette butts. It's strange that I didn't notice all this time how beautiful it was. I look at this can of cigarettes and see how E. performs his morning ritual every day, drinking a mug of coffee and smoking a cigarette. How can I capture this can so that others understand how beautiful it is?
I miss myself, who could see. Before, I could truly see beauty in everything, I want to bring this feeling back to myself. It's like it's hidden very far away and is afraid to come out. At some point, I either scared it away or considered it an unnecessary part of myself. Perhaps this happened after Instagram.
I first started an Instagram account three years ago. Three years ago, I learned to see and started taking pictures of what I saw, and then looking through the photos, I liked them more and more. Then I realized that Instagram could help me at some point in my life, as a place where I could show what I really like and maybe find other people who like the same thing. I started seeing a lot of recommendations and realized that there are a lot of very talented photographers on Instagram, and just people who take photos. And I really like their photos and their standard seemed unattainable for me. And that was probably the moment when I stopped seeing.
Now I have changed a little. No matter how many physically similar eyes there are in this world, no matter how many identical analog cameras there are in this world, we are all different, and therefore the way we see and photograph is very different. And everyone will find a like-minded person, but only if they photograph honestly, what they really likes, and not what they think others like. So, the way I see is unique. I need to open my eyes more often, not be afraid.
