Depression in my case cannot maybe be helped. How many times I have said I will quit taking photo, music or movie? After a little time pass, I will always take my camera again. I couldn’t stop it after all.
What comes to my identity, I realize I am “cameraman”. It is who I am, honestly. This is unlikely to change anytime soon. The process of making work with human value is always painful in my case. You kind of show yourself naked to the world. And the wind always hurts! There’s no escape, no secret safe room where you could withdraw and look at your frames.
I can’t understand how my wife can bear to live with a person like me. Or then, she must be an angel
