Am I not deviant because I am photographer

By Peter

am_i_not_deviant_because_i_am_photographer06I run up and down the streets and shoot. I am like a hunter, who’s waiting for his prey. It’s about survival I have to catch a lot, so that I can feed my “insatiable soul”. But today, it doesn’t seem to be working out, I can’t get close enough to get a good shot. I’m having a bad day, just like yesterday and the day before that … I am afraid of “my own prey”, their stares and the fear of being discovered. I want to remain hidden, silent, unseen and continue taking pictures. I wish to approach them without anxiety, have a conversation and touch them even just for a moment. I must make them my own. They have to be mine, even though I don’t have the courage to say a word, although I want to go out with them… The desire is great, but the fear is even greater. I don’t know what to do. That’s why I stay at a distance shooting my “family album”. I want to skate out of this awkward situation and live an everyday normal life, have a wife, make love to her Saturday and go to church Sunday. I would most like to do something else, to create and make art of value. I can’t escape from these “rays of sunshine or beautifulam_i_not_deviant_because_i_am_photographer05 flowers” … what would I do without them?! I would be alone, hopeless and without a wife. So, when I get old I can remind myself of “my wives, lovers and girlfriends” by simply looking in my “family album”. I am not a weirdo, I am just a human with a camera, who’s collecting pictures for his “family album”, just like every other man with his own camera!

(Dedicated to Miroslav Tichý)