Let’s Go Outside

Unlike many people who find interest in images and photography through exhibitions, I barely visited any of them in my childhood―my parents weren't museum or gallery types at all. I think the first time I entered a museum was when I was in primary school, but I honestly can’t recall. Instead, something that I do remember well was my bus ride to school. I would spend the whole forty-five minute ride looking out at the billboards that were along the boulevards of my hometown. Their imagery was yellowed by smog and half covered by traffic, but nevertheless I sensed that in them there was something underneath, something unspoken, and something that attracted and repelled me at the same time. I learned to read photographs like this: sitting on a bus and seeing them pass me by, fast, elusive, and clear only in appearance―my fascination with images was born that way...Read the full article in the printed issue. Get OVER Journal 3