During my thirty years of creating images
I have never gotten past the uneasy feeling of approaching
strangers to take their photograph; but then again, that
is not my intent. Some time ago I realized that uneasy feeling
is about me. It is a part of me I would just as soon suppress.
But it is the only part of me that can answer the question—“Why
do I want to make this image?”
Photography is such a unique medium. Whatever
I am thinking and feeling is recorded in some way at the
exact moment I click the shutter. When I am printing in
the darkroom a similar opportunity arises; and then again,
when I am deciding to display the image. I once heard it
said—“The images we create (in any medium) already
exist in our mind”. I believe this to be true, and
understand it to mean we have the potential to explore,
clarify and express in present time, that which is the foundation
of our past.
When I am in a public space I rarely ask
permission from someone to take his or her photograph. When
I set out to make an image, it is myself that I am trying
to capture on film. There are signposts (of sorts) that
exist in all things, directing me inward to notice the degree
of value (importance) I assign to everything.
When I aim my camera at you, I am looking
for that sign, that moment that unearths and discloses the
hit and miss of my connection. What I hope to capture is
a moment, which does not merely copy the surface or fact
of my subject; but, instead, expresses reality.
I am passionate about photography. I am
excited about confronting my fears. After all, without fear
there can be no imagination. I am intrigued by composition
and how each thing in its rightful place allows the energy
in an image to build with emotion. I bow to the magnificent
struggle of it all and swell in the moment of realizing
my clearest understanding and connection has been experienced.
S. Renée Jones