KidofOzz

Images taken between 2012 and 2014. 🖤

A close friend told me the other day I should do more about publishing my images. Instead of listening to the advice I kept the same routine:

I post them, you see them, and then they disappear.

But I think I subconsciously enjoy exactly that.
I don’t really look at my older work. I rarely comment on it. Sometimes I don’t even remember all the images I’ve taken. 🙈

On rare occasions, I go through old folders, and then the feelings hit me. I can remember so clearly the period I was in when I took them. My mood, what was happening around me, and how I felt.
That’s a thread that ties my visuals together.

Sometimes a certain smell, a shift in season, or that little moment before falling asleep brings me right back to a scene from a photoshoot years ago.

Maybe it’s my mind playing tricks, not wanting to try new things. Or maybe it’s a quiet fear that I’ll grow numb to my own art. Like when you play a song too many times and it starts to lose its meaning. Or a perfume that once brought back memories, until you smelled it too often.

Whatever it is, it’s worth holding on to as the only truly glimpse back at my life. 🤍