


The eye behind the camera
# DRAFT — argue with it. Delete any line you don't want; nothing here is load-bearing. # Structure: your voice opens, facts sit in the middle, your voice closes. # Register rule: no adjectives on the hard parts. The reader supplies those, and # they'll do it better than we could. The moment it reaches for sympathy, the # biography becomes more interesting than the photographs — and then it wins.
Hi, my name is Beneyam Hassen, and I'm an Artist.
There's not much to say about who I am; I'm still deciding, I'll know with my last breath. My work is evidence of that process, of the change in myself and in the world.
I'm a social documentarian. I photograph what goes unnoticed — the choir's routine before the service, the drummer putting down his sticks, the footsteps left behind in the snow. The small actions that push the larger story along.
People call me Ben because they can't pronounce Beneyam. I've always rolled with it. I'd rather you didn't.
I was born in a refugee camp in Djibouti. My father had left Ethiopia after dropping out of school to fight in a war. My mother wanted to own a shop. Neither of them got the life they planned. I was raised in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
I was going to be a lawyer, for the people still in the camp. I'm doing this instead.
If you appear in a photograph on this site and would like a copy of it, or would like it taken down, write to me.
Follow me along on my journey of becoming,
To what?
We'll find out together.