honorable mention
Robindeep Singh united states
title
Presence
since they breathe a life of their own... You may wonder why some of them appear different, even
though they are apart of the whole. Well, these photographs were created over the course of four
years. Within those four years, I struggled with my own sense of self. My photography was
changing as I was changing. Each photograph was taken by a different person. Section 1 is the
most recent. As you can see, section 3 contrasts section 1 greatly. Section 2 serves as a transition
period.
The biggest gripe every photographer can relate to is a sense of originality. In other words, a
sense of a Photographic Identity. It isn't merely just aesthetic or style that goes into a great
photograph, the artist must breathe life into their creation; otherwise, it will die by the sands of
time.
Easier said than done. A photograph is inherently a copy of something which already exists. A
camera is a copy machine. It's truly up to the artist, not just a photographer, to create something
which wasn't there before; not just another copy.
I'd feel guilty if this goes without mentioning the artist that have inspired my work and the
legacy I carry on: Minor White and Daido Moriyama. If you know of their work, then you know
my lineage. Every photographer today stands on the shoulders of giants, so it's important to pay
our respect to them and carry on the livelihood of the photography. And to do so is to do it your
own way. After all, there is so much ground to cover that hasn't been discovered yet
first generation in America. Mama and Papa were impoverished when they first came to the new
land. I still remember the cockroach-infested apartment we shared with 20 other relatives. My
parents couldn't hold onto a place for very long before we had to leave and go elsewhere. They
could barely speak English, so that punctured their ability to hold onto a job and teach their
children English. No matter what happened, they still believed in my education. I didn't learn
English until I was well into Elementary school. That, and moving around a lot meant a lack of
friends for me. I had trouble communicating with words, and still to this day; but at the age of 12
I found the camera and started communicating through photography.
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entry description
"Presence" is a series on the constant discovery of 'self'. Each photograph has its own titlesince they breathe a life of their own... You may wonder why some of them appear different, even
though they are apart of the whole. Well, these photographs were created over the course of four
years. Within those four years, I struggled with my own sense of self. My photography was
changing as I was changing. Each photograph was taken by a different person. Section 1 is the
most recent. As you can see, section 3 contrasts section 1 greatly. Section 2 serves as a transition
period.
The biggest gripe every photographer can relate to is a sense of originality. In other words, a
sense of a Photographic Identity. It isn't merely just aesthetic or style that goes into a great
photograph, the artist must breathe life into their creation; otherwise, it will die by the sands of
time.
Easier said than done. A photograph is inherently a copy of something which already exists. A
camera is a copy machine. It's truly up to the artist, not just a photographer, to create something
which wasn't there before; not just another copy.
I'd feel guilty if this goes without mentioning the artist that have inspired my work and the
legacy I carry on: Minor White and Daido Moriyama. If you know of their work, then you know
my lineage. Every photographer today stands on the shoulders of giants, so it's important to pay
our respect to them and carry on the livelihood of the photography. And to do so is to do it your
own way. After all, there is so much ground to cover that hasn't been discovered yet
about the photographer
As a kid, the family moved around frequently. My parents are immigrants, my sister and I are thefirst generation in America. Mama and Papa were impoverished when they first came to the new
land. I still remember the cockroach-infested apartment we shared with 20 other relatives. My
parents couldn't hold onto a place for very long before we had to leave and go elsewhere. They
could barely speak English, so that punctured their ability to hold onto a job and teach their
children English. No matter what happened, they still believed in my education. I didn't learn
English until I was well into Elementary school. That, and moving around a lot meant a lack of
friends for me. I had trouble communicating with words, and still to this day; but at the age of 12
I found the camera and started communicating through photography.
back to gallery