Life in itself is meaningless. No that is not a death wish or a death statement; it is simply a quote of a certain melancholy and complex mind. Most people would agree with me when I say that they would be willing to give their own life if it ment they could save that of someone they loved.
When most people are asked to describe someone of significant impact in their life, one of a few answers will almost always be repeated: parents, siblings, lovers, historical figures and the like. What I find odd, is that the person who has had the most influence on me both philosophically and emotionally, fits one of the usual descriptions. My brother fostered such a change in the way that I treat people and the way I think of the world in general, that I cannot compare his influence to anyone else I’ve ever known.
I am an artist, always was. I just have to do it. Otherwise, I wander like a lost soul. Depressed beyond reason. I’m a photographer, a writer, a painter, an illustrator, a musician. A photographer. No one can deny its art. No one who ever saw a good photograph. Feeling seeps through the edges of that photograph. This is reason why, as my medium, I chose a series of photos of the truck my brother was in when he was injured. These photos are important to me because they symbolize how close I was to lossing him.
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