Hi, my name is Rema Chaudhary and I’ll be hosting this week's newsletter. I wanted to tell you about a (former) recluse's take on the pandemic. If you asked me to describe myself in one word during February of last year, I would have said introvert or solitary. I cherish my time alone and can distract myself with an absurd amount of things to drain those human pangs. For a long time I didn't let people into my world, not unless they plowed through my relentless resistance. That is because part of any kind of intimacy involves a certain degree of interdependence and I define myself by my independence. So even partially offering that up feels like a concession, an undermining of my identity; so I don’t allow myself to need or want. I think it might also be an occupational hazard; Photography is a lonely pursuit. You can trust a photographer to find the remotest places in their quest for beauty. The thought that at any given point, somewhere in the world/universe there is a wild sunrise or sunset that goes unwitnessed and undocumented is the kind of thing that really drives my imagination. So I go looking, every chance I get, to those quiet places, where trees outnumber humans.
This is my newsletter#43: Rema Chaudhary
This is my newsletter#43: Rema Chaudhary
This is my newsletter#43: Rema Chaudhary
Hi, my name is Rema Chaudhary and I’ll be hosting this week's newsletter. I wanted to tell you about a (former) recluse's take on the pandemic. If you asked me to describe myself in one word during February of last year, I would have said introvert or solitary. I cherish my time alone and can distract myself with an absurd amount of things to drain those human pangs. For a long time I didn't let people into my world, not unless they plowed through my relentless resistance. That is because part of any kind of intimacy involves a certain degree of interdependence and I define myself by my independence. So even partially offering that up feels like a concession, an undermining of my identity; so I don’t allow myself to need or want. I think it might also be an occupational hazard; Photography is a lonely pursuit. You can trust a photographer to find the remotest places in their quest for beauty. The thought that at any given point, somewhere in the world/universe there is a wild sunrise or sunset that goes unwitnessed and undocumented is the kind of thing that really drives my imagination. So I go looking, every chance I get, to those quiet places, where trees outnumber humans.