Back on track.

Driving more than seven hours a day.
That makes a sane man reflective.
Until the whirls of the thinking become existential.
A devastating thought like:
“What is all this good for?”
Nobody is asking to do this.
Even this journey to China soon: nobody is requesting this expedition.

Doing things in life while nobody is asking anything is a weird situation.
It is like filling in holes with sand constantly.
And it makes one long for a life without holes.

To have a job where one is needed and instructed what to do and paid nicely at the end of the month.

To have a dominant wife who orders when to wash the hands and go to sleep.

But when these fantasies are reflected upon, a strong feeling of horror arises.

What about freedom in life?
To do the things one likes to do without any restrictions?

It is a delicate balance of personal freedom and realization versus dependency and being needed.
What is stronger?
The desire to express and present all that is inside?
Or to wait until possibly someone asks to apply one of the personal possibilities?

Obviously, after a career as an independent artist-photographer spanning, until now, more than 36 years, the choice has been quite clear.
But nevertheless, sometimes there is longing for the green grass on the other side of the mountain.

And while writing these existential thoughts, right this very moment, magically and impossible to explain, an e-mail arrives.
A magazine offers an assignment to go and photograph in Malaysia.

Let's get back on the road.





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