A note on minimalism & mood, and a return to my roots

Ever since I started photographing, I have been drawn to details. Things like dappled light on a tabletop, the layered textures of linen, of mountains, of life. These subjects have become my muse, and subsequently, my signature style so to speak. That having been over 10 years ago—*eyes widened*—I have since experimented with a broad range of styles, subjects, and genres. But one thing holds true to this day—no matter what it is I am photographing, but especially in my personal work, I always come back to those minimalist and moody vibes, evocative of mystery, intrigue, and quiet contemplation.

I’m obsessed with the minutia; things often overlooked. Of uncomplicated, accessible things. Of moments. Perhaps it’s an attempt to see the world in a simpler way, especially when everything these days feels so complex. So over-done. I learned to really appreciate these things even more while living in Japan for many years at the start of my photography journey. If you’re familiar with the term wabi sabi and its meaning, perhaps this totally makes sense. But to explain it simply, it can be described as an appreciation for the imperfect, the impermanent. It is a surface-level explanation, as it is steeped so deeply in Japanese culture, and difficult to translate in English (and words in general). Immersing oneself in Japanese culture provides an opportunity for a natural inclination to embrace this way of seeing and appreciating the world; it isn’t just an aesthetic, it is a way of life. A reminder that beauty is almost never conventional, and all the better for it. Cracks, patina, decay—these things are moving in a way that bright, shiny new things just simply aren’t. Living in a place like Japan, one needn’t go to great lengths to naturally observe this, and it makes exploring all the more interesting and engaging. Whenever I am feeling “stuck” or uninspired in my work, I try to remind myself of this approach and perspective. And I am usually pleasantly surprised at where it leads me.

Here is a favorite quote of mine, which I feel embodies this concept and way of seeing beautifully:

“Are we to look at the cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the moon while looking on the rain, to lower the blinds and be unaware of the passing of the spring—these are even more deeply moving. Branches about to blossom or gardens strewn with faded flowers are worthier of our admiration.”

— Yoshida Kenkō