Confused

I feel a little bit confused – I have not been doing as many photoshoots the last three months as I should have. Well I have done a few photoshoots but I feel rather lost where I am heading with my photography. The big city has taken all my energy and I think I have not done too many things I want to do, more school projects where I am told what to do…

My mind is going back, back to my childhood. I’ve been going through my old photos. They are so pure, and in my opinion some of them are the best I have ever taken. Why? Back then I lived so far away from Reykjavik, we had no internet so I didn’t know anything about art, or photographers like Diane Arbus, Irving Penn, Avedon, Nan Goldin... or about art history or theory. We lived in Þingvellir so my sister and brother only met other children at school and when we lived in Skaftafellsýsla we also were pretty far away from other people. I saw my family, the nature and I was a book-worm, my inspiration was simple. Now I read magazines everyday, I sit at the library for hours looking at images and reading about different photographers, I read Susan Sontag’s essays, Rohland Barthes and Walter Benjamin, it is too much. It makes me confused but I’m extremely happy I feel that way. I think its necessary to stop for a moment and think of where I am heading.

Some old photos I took around 11 - 14 years old... I love these, probably because most of the people here are my loved ones and these images mean a lot to me, so I'm not sure if other people enjoy them as much as I do...