The classic rules of photography classify an out-of-focus photo as a technical imperfection. I believe, however, that technical perfection leaves little room for capturing what’s real, what’s raw, what’s emotional. The imperfection of blurry photos rejects focus, making color, subject, and light bleed together like watercolor. Photos like these make me feel. They stir something deep within me—a rich soulfulness that’s as intricate and indistinct as the photo itself. Neither here nor there, they capture the in-between; the purity and honesty of moments that pay no mind to the boundaries of perfection.
These photos have movement. They have meaning. They are alive with the transience and ineffability of life.