Let’s travel back in time.
It’s 2008. I was taking a photography workshop with a top-tier photographer named Chris Anderson, and I was up for review. The silence was hushed. My prints were strewn across the table. One of them teetered on the edge, almost ready to fall.
I must have been a ghostly white, standing there, wringing my hands, waiting. “Say something,” I thought…anything…
For most people, it was beautiful spring day in Toronto. For me, it was terror unspooling.
The teacher reached for my print and ran his fingers over the surface…
“There’s something there. There’s something in this scene. You see something. But it’s not there. You haven’t found it yet.”
For years, I wondered what I … Read more >