If you’re an avid follower of this blog (as if there’s one), you’d notice that my photos had become darker and cooler (temperature-wise, okay?).

And that I don’t post that much anymore. Blame me for I feel a lot less inspired.

But because of my last semester for this year (hopefully not my last in this lifetime), my renewed love for photography was not about colour anymore—it was about the most basic element a photograph could ever have.

Light.

Rembrandt also taught me how to appreciate it’s absence—shadow.

Chiaroscuro. And his own technique, the extreme chiaroscuro, tenebrism.

But I guess, it reflected how dark my life got this year. I still seek the light that will make me happy (or happier) again and that the drought it has brought to me was obvious—to my appearance, my body, my health, and my exposures.

But it doesn’t mean that these things had made me pessimistic about life and my future. In fact, it had inspired me tenfold to do better next year, now that I have a new life as a working human being (school’s not an option right now).

I’m hoping that as I leave this year behind, with all my frustrations and pains, the light that I’ve been looking for will finally lead me to an exit. Or should I say, to an entrance—an entrance to a new and better life.

And to start off my year, I’ll buy me a new phone.

Happy New Year, everyone! :D

P.S. My new 365 project for next year (which is just a matter of hours) will be the vainest project I will ever have. It will be called 365 GPOYs (or 365 Gratuitous Pictures Of Yourself). I know, right?

Lovelots,
Lee. 

Embrace me with your light.