Open Category: Open Theme (AMATEUR) - HONORABLE MENTION
This is my way
Photo © Dimo Dimov
Support this photographer - share this work on Facebook.
It is so obvious now but twenty years ago it wasn’t.
One early morning in the summer of 1996 my mom left us while we were sleeping. She dropped a note to me saying she hadn’t been able to go on like that anymore, and she would call soon. She never did. On that early summer morning mom took away all her belongings plus our family albums as if she wanted to rob us not only of our future with her but also of our past. She even took the pictures of my dog, the only true friend of my gloomy childhood. I was very angry at mom. Because she left, because she didn’t call, because she took away our common memories. Initially I felt guilty for not being good enough so she had to go away from me. With years passing I realized that I shouldn’t feel responsible for her decision. Then it came to me that it might have been mom’s right to choose her own future and I shouldn’t be harsh with her, except for not keeping the promise to call. And even that was forgiven at the end. But my anger shifted from her to the photos she had taken, and in a strange twist of mind, to photography in general. Until one day I accidentally came across a photo exhibition and realized that photography can actually heal by telling stories, by showing visions, by inspiring people and since then I take pictures of people I meet, of light I see, of darkness I sense, of doubt I feel, of silence I here. This body of work reveals the multifaceted reflections of everydayness as seen and perceived by me while going through the routine of living.
Because this is my way.
BACK TO GALLERY
It is so obvious now but twenty years ago it wasn’t.
One early morning in the summer of 1996 my mom left us while we were sleeping. She dropped a note to me saying she hadn’t been able to go on like that anymore, and she would call soon. She never did. On that early summer morning mom took away all her belongings plus our family albums as if she wanted to rob us not only of our future with her but also of our past. She even took the pictures of my dog, the only true friend of my gloomy childhood. I was very angry at mom. Because she left, because she didn’t call, because she took away our common memories. Initially I felt guilty for not being good enough so she had to go away from me. With years passing I realized that I shouldn’t feel responsible for her decision. Then it came to me that it might have been mom’s right to choose her own future and I shouldn’t be harsh with her, except for not keeping the promise to call. And even that was forgiven at the end. But my anger shifted from her to the photos she had taken, and in a strange twist of mind, to photography in general. Until one day I accidentally came across a photo exhibition and realized that photography can actually heal by telling stories, by showing visions, by inspiring people and since then I take pictures of people I meet, of light I see, of darkness I sense, of doubt I feel, of silence I here. This body of work reveals the multifaceted reflections of everydayness as seen and perceived by me while going through the routine of living.
Because this is my way.
About author:
Dimo Dimov is a fine art photographer based in Sofia, Bulgaria.BACK TO GALLERY
