A conversation with Sam Vincent
I feel like I hit that moment early, that ‘ah-hah moment’. The grande epiphany in discovering what I’m here for. I hold distant memories of myself waking up to the sound of a shutter. It was an old film camera, and behind it was my father.
Before he passed we had this moment in his hospital room where he asked if I had any questions for him before he’d go.
Unfortunately when you’re two weeks shy of 15,
there’s just no way to answer.
And so we sat in the last silence we shared.
On that Monday morning after he passed, I ran to his room to hold onto some of his possessions.
And there I was, transitioning.
Three old cameras
and me, except I wasn’t the same.
I feel like I was born then and there.
I wasn’t a young boy who didn’t have a care anymore.
I had many cares, many questions.
And the answers,
I could articulate them with the help of these cameras.
I became this artist.
I became me.
I became addicted to sharing in vulnerability in pursuit of connecting in with other human beings.
And so here I am, wanting to transition my clients into my friends, and in that process create something that says to the world that this is love.