I’m Not Interested in Photographs — I’m Interested in Life

What’s poppin, people? It’s Dante.

This morning I’ve been thinking about how, as a photographer, I’m actually not interested in photographs — and I know that sounds like a paradox.

Ultimately, I find joy in the process of being in the world. Being out here in embodied reality. Exploring the sights, the sounds, the smells of the streets.

For me, the goal is to be immersed in my inner world of curiosity.

The outcome — whether I make a good photograph or a bad photograph — is kind of out of my control. The picture itself is out of my control.

All I’m really in control of is moving my body through the world.
Walking with my camera.
Positioning myself on the front lines of life.

The reason I love photography is because I have this insatiable love for life.

Ultimately, I want that love to reflect back in the photographs I make — but I’m very detached from the outcome. I’m very detached from the result.

By removing that sense of control, I allow the spontaneous nature of life to flow through me.

I simply embrace the process openly — and that’s where I find meaning.

I’m not really interested in pictures. I’m interested in life.