When the idea of going back to Thailand popped out, I knew that humanly speaking, I had all the reasons in the world not to go. It was April and I was behind. Behind on the bills, the project list, the posting, the editing, the unfinished books; behind in my faith, in my relationships, just…behind.
As my wedding season ended, I longed for newness to burst into my life but I had no idea how to welcome it. I had all the reasons to stay, to work, to catch up.
And that’s when I knew I had to stop. That was the moment I realised : my art has become too important. It was time to sink again, to remind myself why I started this in the first place. See, what I forgot was that I was in the business of moving. Skill may be impressive and even necessary, but skill alone doesn’t touch the heart. What I needed wasn’t more working hours perfecting my techniques, what I needed was space for my soul to breath.
I know, it seems counterintuitive to stop, especially when you feel you’re “almost” there. But stopping was really the only answer for me, as to to carry on, would mean I would worship the art more then the Artist.
For me, photography was always about the people. In Thailand, April was the last month of the year and they were ready to enter 2559. (According to the Thai calendar, Buddha passed away about 543 years before Jesus. So if you would want to know what Thai year is, using our Christian calendar, just add 543). The Songkran, is the holiday known for its water festival which is mostly celebrated by young people. It represents purification and the washing away one’s sins and bad luck.
Brad Florescu from TeDoo wrote more about it in his article: http://www.tedoo.ro/songkran-anul-nou-thailanda/