Sometimes I make images whose concept is wrapped up around a word, but that word doesn’t exist. Or at least not fully. Or at least not in the language I want it to exist in. I often equate language and photography and try to think of them in similar ways. Photography is a form of language, after all. And the ways I think about one reflect the ways I think about the other. Too often it is easy to mistake the limits of one or the other as set. We get comfortable within those bounds and aren’t terribly curious about what may lie outside of them. We don’t venture off into the unknown; sometimes we are not even aware there is an unknown.
Such is the process of discovery, and I suppose only a fool thinks they know themselves completely and thoroughly. How can you know what is not all there?