Over the past few days I’ve been reviewing some travel projects that were left lingering in quarantine - of the pandemic and psychological kind - and I found myself visualizing wandering into paths of ancient secrets and modern beauty, turning imagination into courage to create personal and meaningful art.
It’s funny how voices of the unconscious mind are whispering all the time to you, and this morning I was reminded of this photo I took of Iana Komarnytska in Chichen Itza, and how it pointed to a path I’ve been meaning to explore ever since: the combination of a passion for ancient architecture and ethnic fashion in a contemporary context.
I think reality follows images, and photos are clues to our deepest desires. We catch light, and we use light to make meaning, when we care enough to make something beautiful, something that points to a new unknown territory to explore.
They say one degree deviation takes you to a different place overtime, and this time when we stood still, at least for me, brought slight deviations and a new found enthusiasm to travel and make images. And the certainty that we will travel again.
