Since coming to the States, I do not feel any inspiration to take pictures. Everything is too clean, too perfect and too done. Maybe its just my eyes and my mind, not be able to see the mistakes in all this. Or maybe its me again, want to understand something in a time which is too short to understand.
The question is the following: Does a photographer need to be able to shoot everywhere in this world or can he claim to be inspired only by certain places? The answer seems to be there already. Speaking of inspiration shows already that the photographer, in this case, I, is more likely an artist instead of a photographer. The fact that I don’t want to be an artist doesn’t help in this case. I have to deal with it.
The following pictures show my boredom of my style and my aggression towards making something different out of my pictures. Enjoy or don’t. I don’t care these days.