I spent two days in a room with a bunch of lovely strangers, just listening. I left home before 8am and returned well after dark. Two full days off from motherhood. Two full days with my mind allowed to concentrate on just one thing. One thing I really love.
Ironically, it was also two full days where I didn't pick up my camera. It's amazing how much you can learn about something just by listening.
Jonas is as intriguing as he is talented. He is the storyteller of storytellers. And he's funny. He spoke for two days, non stop. He spoke easily and openly. He missed nothing. He shared everything. Even the hardest parts. And we listened. Intently. He is brilliant at what he does because of the life he has chosen to lead. He did not become brilliant overnight. It began when he was born. And continued with every choice he made about where he wanted his life to take him. Even from a very early age. Mistakes and all.
I went into the workshop holding no expectations. I knew that whatever it would be, it would be wonderful. And it was. Happy, sad, funny, serious, light, dark. It was real. It was honest. Honest; my favourite kind of anything, really. Having spent the tiniest snippet of time with Jonas, his stories are bigger than before. Louder.
I walked away knowing I am on the right track. To see and hear that I have made all the same mistakes he did when he began; reassuring indeed. It helps that while I can recognise mistakes when I make them, I just see them as learning. I know who I am. And the way I see things through the lens is just an extension of myself. I'm not trying to be like anybody else. I just shoot what I want to shoot because I want to tell a story and that's the way I see things. Different to the person next to me. Different to the person next to them. And that's a beautiful thing.