People in America
It was 6 years ago when I moved to the United States, at the age of 24. Born and raised in China, I had a difficult time fitting in my new life here. I spent most time alone in my rented room, seeking all the excuses not to go out, not to do anything.
However, I’ve always been longing to take pictures of people I met on the streets, although more often than not, too timid to do so. Attracted by the gesture and expression, I feel close to the strangers I meet. Today we often live in large cities around the world. We stay close to each other physically, yet feeling distant emotionally. We distinguish people by gender, age, temper, skin color, and so on. But at the same time, we share the same desire and struggle, fear and compassion.
I want to continue walking on the streets and into people’s life, taking photographs of those that I feel part of me lives within. I guess that’s my passion in photography: to find the oneness in all of us; to learn who I am in others.