“Eyes blinded by the fog of things
cannot see truth.
Ears deafened by the din of things
cannot hear truth.
Brains bewildered by the whirl of things
cannot think truth.
Hearts deadened by the weight of things
cannot feel truth.
Throats choked by the dust of things
cannot speak truth.”
Golden Ratio. Fibonacci Sequence. Rule of Thirds.
These are some of the guidelines you inherently know or learn to follow when composing photographs — artistic suggestions that allow the final image to be most pleasing as a result.
Another is negative space.
The area surrounding the subject in a photograph, negative space removes hindrances for our eyes and offers us room to inhale the primary element. It allows us to linger longer within the image.
And lately, I’ve been exploring the picture frame of my own life.
Where’s my negative space? Where’s my breadth that grants me breath? Is there enough room around the physical, mental, and spiritual aspects of my life, or has it become too cramped, crowded, and cluttered?
I’ve been looking at the noise that competes for attention around the focal points of my life — like the belongings I’ve packed into my house, and the stories I make up in my mind, and the spiritual baggage that weighs me down.
And I’ve been seeking for ways to reduce the static and the stuff that can consume me, so that the positive pixels within me freely dwell inside the negative spaces of my life.