(photo: impossible projects-polaroids collection)
Last week I met up with a photographer and we shared many things and I told him my story and my dream.
afterall...what he said to me was really causing paradox of myself... I started to feel pizzled and doubts emerged...
he said 'you are so funny... I do not get what are you doing...what do you look for...you do not want to earn much money, you do not want fame,
it seems like you only want to make good photos, you are not a model, you are an artist......'
and he was quite true...I suddenly realised that...
Artist...
yes I am.
(except I have come to Paris and was deeply cultivated by the inspring atmosphere...then started to write poems--)
like my metaphor I made to my mum who questioned me long time ago...why I do all these taking up so much time and 'transportion costs' for test shoots...
The Metaphor is...
A painter do not draw because of how much the drawing could sell for, and he will never ever take into account how long he had drown a picture or how much he had spent on the materials...
We all do things we love with passion.
with no regrets...
nothing in vain.
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