Daniel Bellman

I like to think of street photography as a practice akin to searching water with a dowsing rod. Relying on intuition and fate, the photographer wanders with a camera in search of chance events to be imbued with form and meaning in the twinkling of an eye, hoping that the collision of fortuity and intent will deliver a spark of some sort.

Over years of indulging a habit of taking my camera out for a walk with no apparent reason other than engaging in this random search, a coherent body of work has spontaneously taken shape, much like foliage sprouting from a tree.

I strive to let it grow with the intent of evoking the possibility that under the mundane, casual surface of reality there lies a subtle transcendental layer infusing meaning into our existence — a crucial aspect of life that tends to be neglected in an era permeated by a distracted and disenchanted attitude.