- Latin: air, breath, spirit
- Ancient Greek: άνεμος ánemos: wind
- Carl Jung’s term for the unconscious feminine aspect of a person, the inner part of the personality, or character, as opposed to the persona, or outer part.
When we photograph we naturally observe, we have to become still and listen. The stillness is what fascinated me about this tool in the first place, as it allows the observer to reflect, understand and also depict ones views. Photography is in that sense like a meditation, exposing the ability to create awareness about others and our own reality and journeys, without labelling life through our conditioned views but through the freedom of ones own reflection.
As long as I can remember, I yearn to gain understanding about truth and reality, the one outside but also the realities within our human minds which are obviously connected.
I don’t learn to know more, but to ignore less.
– Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, 1651 – 1695, self-taught scholar, philosopher, Nun, poet, writer.
I see life as a sequence of chapters and stories and every being as a storyteller choosing ones own myth, knowingly or not. We move from chapter to chapter as we move form day to day, from life to life, yearning for more learning through the stories we individually or collectively create, experience and share with life itself.
I wonder, how we can ever understand our path, if we don’t understand our ‘Self’, or the stories we tell and the myths we live. My humble curiosity about peoples perspectives is rooted in the hope to understand truth beyond the judgement of the surface.
On knowing the SELF
I am not yet able to know myself; so it seems to me ridiculous, when I do not yet know that, to investigate irrelevant things.
SOCRATES, 469 BC – 399 BC.
Humanity always understood the importance of ‘self-awareness’ and its connection to our values, actions, our independence and quality of life. What happens when we don’t know ourselves enough is clearly visible in a world where our values seem confused and our human actions, coming from an unaware self, become destructive. We have a responsibility to understand ourselves and the systems we live in, so that they may not be able to manipulate us for their own benefits.
In one of their conversations, carried out in the twilight hours of a rainswept day, Kafka tells his young friend: Life is as infinitely great and profound as the immensity of the stars above us. One can only look at it through the narrow keyhole of one’s personal existence. But through it one perceives more than one can see. So above all one must keep the keyhole clean.
Sometimes the questions we carry around need to be lived to become answers, which we than might want to expose to others.
I had no idea what my myth was, so how could I understand myself or others? I had to wonder first, which is why my life has been less about telling in the past years and more about feeling, listening and questioning, remembering and forgetting. So I have not used twitter, nor Instagram or Facebook or even my personal website to expose my wondering until now that I commence to see the bigger picture, which I would like to depict.
Long before I learned the word identity I was taught I belonged to my cultural heritage. Belonging and identity are strongly guiding elements in our lives, but are they truth or a made up illusion?
I was born into a traditional rural but multicultural environment, belonging to an 800 year old German, Transylvanian Saxon and an Hungarian minority. Who I was as a child was defined by birth, my upbringing gave me a strong sense of belonging but with the Communism collapsing I saw my history, my minority, my family, my cultural identity and an entire concept of the world collapsing at the same time. Which meant leaving my world, my valley between the Carpathian Mountains behind and becoming a ‘returning’ exile in a foreign land called Deutschland, home of my ancestors.
Some fundamental experiences stay with us, they shape us, leave traces on our minds and hearts reminding us to question the concepts of identity, home and other human ideas.
Since I became a displaced migrant as a child I never grew roots again, I had no other choice but to accepted that life changes.
The experienced lack of belonging to my people, to my family and to a home brought about a painful separation but also freedom and clarity about the possibility to get lost within the human idea of belonging, to a political, historical, religious, social, cultural, national and other controlling concepts.
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there. – Rumi