I'm often inspired to start writing based on a photograph I find. I'll usually begin with something visual, though songs carry a similar weight. This set of photos was taken almost four years ago in a basement in my neighborhood [a friend was renting the adjacent carriage house at the time].
We were in the process of filming a 24 hour film, as part of a race that's held each year all over the US. I could go into detail about what our film was about, but I'll post it here at some point. Instead, I'll focus on why I decided to share these photos.
I've always loved being part of passion projects like this. It wasn't for money or notoriety, and didn't necessarily have a real reason behind it. It was just something a group of friends wanted to try and accomplish together. I really just love any excuse to be creative or participate in something artistic.
Seeing these photos brings to mind that part of me. Experiences like this remind me of the beauty of natural light. I was in such awe of how perfect the light was in this basement. I wish had the ingenuity to take more photos, because any photographer knows that lighting makes all the difference and changes constantly. Light can be so fleeting, and because of that, every moment is unique and can never be recreated. When I find good light, I completely embrace it, making use of ever second the sun cascades in just the right way.
I loved how we were in this dirty, dingy basement, and yet without provocation, it suddenly started spilling over with light. There's a brief moment in the video where the focus is solely on an artist palette on the floor, and there's this glimmering mix of sunlight and dust, infusing the air and space. None of it was planned, and that's what made it so beautiful and untouched. The photos I took and my words don't do this imagery justice, but regardless, I'm brought back to that brief time we spent shooting in this basement, and how something so simple as an artist palette could be brought to life with a little light.