As a child, I immersed myself entirely in the fine arts by way of constantly sketching and painting. Having frequented art classes and art studios and art galleries and art exhibitions and just witnessing so much ART from such a young age, the creative skills I had developed in these early stages of my life have always inevitably bled into my photography work. I think it’s also safe to say that any creative will concur that music is a powerful force in their work. Studying and practising the violin during my tween years also contributed to my awareness of the photographic equivalents of intonation and resonance, id est tones.
In fine-tuning my aesthetic over the years, I’ve persistently gravitated towards film-like textures with grungy undertones and subdued highlights. Take these melancholic photographs for instance. I inconspicuously captured these in a quiet corner of a Chinese restaurant using my phone with the strongest of strong convictions that I would transform these artificially lit blooms into something resembling a renaissance oil on canvas with heavy post-production.
I’d like to think that I achieved it.
Now that I’ve vaguely attempted to intellectualise pretty much all there is to intellectualise about my creative trajectory and creative process
, for want of a better term, I’d just like to use the title of this post as an excuse to quickly insert a passing comment about how much I actually enjoy the track Animal
from Troye’s Bloom album. I’m all for a bit of tune-induced spring sunset nostalgia. Although I will say I’m still not entirely clear as to whether it was a deliberate artistic choice to pan to an empty audience at the end of his performance on Colbert
. Anyway, enjoy the flowers.