whiteroomis send me an interesting message :
"I envy you. You are a creator, an artist, your camera talks, you perform, while it’s so much easier to just reblog what you fancy for the moment. Of course that has its own value in itself, too, to try to find an annoying mix that carries some kind of substance in itself, high or low or brutal mix of these so-called opposites."
I’m sharing my answer, it may interest some of you, because it concerns my thought about Art :
Being, feeling like an artist, isn’t easy at all. For me, art (and especially photography) is the only way so I can feel that I’m connected with the world, that I’m a part of it. It is a necessary link so I can believe that I’m alive.
Otherwise, I just feel like an empty thing, and I just don’t know how to live, what to do. It’s hard to deal with that everyday, to feel different than the others. They seems to have a very simple life. In some of my very personnal photographs, I feel like I’m giving birth to an unknown part of me. The need to make a picture is very deep, I’m shaking, I’m thinking about it all the time, and then I finally feel relieved.
I’m not doing my photographies just for the beauty of it, but because I have no other escape to feel like an human being.