It’s early morning, we’re staying at a cosy little hotel just outside Rome, Italy. I can hear this giant of cities waking up outside. Only days ago I woke up in Bali, overlooking the Sayan Gorge, the air nice and cool, to another view. Today it feels so far away. Everyday I try and tell stories with my images, capture shards of life, moments in time. Sometimes I do well, other times it’s more difficult. In many ways that’s the beauty of photography. As much as you want to be able to control it, own it, there are elements to it you can never own. Sometimes photography lets you down.
I struggle with capturing Bali.
Mere images can not, in any way, capture all that Bali is. The feel of it, the look, the smell, none of that can be translated into photography. The image below is just a flat and somewhat dull attempt at taking what Bali is and explaining it to you. Looking at it I know I have failed. Standing on the deck at Bambu Indah overlooking the Sayan Gorge can’t be captured in a photograph, nor can it be described properly in words.
And that’s why I’ve decided to do a workshop there. In that very spot.
I don’t know when yet, but it will happen.
Hopefully we can then experience a little of what Bali is, together.
And maybe talk about photography.