Deng Yun
Nose
I have always been against using the word “work”. But in the past few years I've been going against this feeling and adding direction to my photos, giving them extra meaning. It has got to the point where they appear planned, and have become "works". Now it appears that, in a sense, I have betrayed my pictures. I never really understand articles about photography, with their academic tone that tires me out. I don’t like to call myself a photographer either, as I'm afraid that if asked what photography is, I won’t be able to answer. If I need a way to vent my emotions, I never pick photography. It’s things outside the lens that make me want to press the shutter: music, literature, the air, an everyday triviality. Why do people throw soy sauce on the road, why do I see my birthdate every time I check the time, why does my dog keep shitting at the foot of the shrine, things like that. These irrational instances sometimes lead me to think, but I can’t fnd a reason and there is no answer. I can sit all day and stare at my nose to feel bored. I can also experience loneliness in the company of my friends. We live in such an irrational world, and somehow it is reasonable. Perhaps, my photography, should be about things that just happen
