Jac Kritzinger

is creating photography and (travel) writing, off the beaten track.

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About

For those who are familiar with my website or blog, I assume you already have a fair idea of what I’m about. To the rest of you kind souls, heartfelt salutations. I’ll try to keep this brief.
As a photographer, both on assignment and out on a whim, I’ve done some pretty crazy shit. I’ve shot portraits of tribesmen in the sovereign mountain kingdom of Lesotho, and accompanied a South American president into Nelson Mandela’s prison cell on Robben Island. I framed the painted faces of gurus as they looked up at the ravens circling the Kathmandu dawn, and went searching for renegade lions on the scorched plains of the Great Karoo. I partied with pro wrestlers on tour (winning a prestigious award for my efforts along the way), and shadowed feisty hippies in their efforts to replant a disappearing indigenous forest. I even carried a disembodied storefront mannequin on my back as I stumbled up mountains and trudged through lagoons, all in the name of high art. But that’s another story altogether.
With my freelance career coming to an abrupt halt back home, my woman and I decided to set off for the far side of the world a year ago in search of a fresh and fortuitous start. It didn’t exactly work out as planned. Seeing as the whole of humanity has since been sucker-punched by fate, we take scant comfort knowing that we’re not the only ones reeling and swinging blindly like drunks into the wind.
Currently, we are treading some murky waters in China, from where we hope to continue our prospector’s pilgrimage southwards into Asia soon. The upside to our baptism of fire of late is that it reignited my creative resolve. While I’m no longer working as a pro photographer in the commercial or conventional sense, I’ve rediscovered my illusive Muse along the way - most notably in the form of my own brand of travel and street reportage - snapped sharply back into focus by the exotic clusterfuck that is the Orient. Also, I am writing once again.
Now more than ever, I aim to use photography to show what is yet unseen, and words to tell what is yet unheard, in the distant lands without and within. In a world growing increasingly dull and crude, I like to think of myself, however fancifully, as an ambassador for beauty, a ruffler of reality’s veil, a holy fool on the Road.
All being said, I can not continue this journey on my own. I need your support. And however crucial it might be, not strictly in the financial sense, either. Should my work warrant it, I require a devoted audience to complete the sacred circuit that keeps the sparks flying rashly among the barren tinder of existence. Without you, I’m just a lightsmith who prays in the dark.
I’ve always believed that true artists are the canaries in the coal mine of society. While I can’t pretend to count myself among this lofty flock, and feel that a nightingale’s tongue should be kept firmly in cheek, if you find sufficient truth in my voice, I’ll continue to sing from the blazing shadows.
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I’m ready when you are, fellow traveller through the void.
Let’s make some much needed magic happen.


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