I get the "what". The "who" is of course obfuscated. The "when" is immaterial, as is the "where". But it's the "why" that I can't get my head around.
What's the point in shooting without purpose, and then trying to attach meaning to it afterward? It would seem to me, that if you wanted to illustrate the hidden beauty contained within everyday life's randomization, you'd want to keep your portfolio equally chaotic. Maybe just have disorganized stacks of contact sheets, or walls covered in mostly terrible photos. Let the viewer find the ones that appeal to them, and mentally discard the rest. It's the reward of effort that pleases, not the trophy presentation at the end. Otherwise it's like a "Where's Waldo" book where Waldo has been circled on every page. Consciously curating unconscious decisions sounds like self gratification to me. It feels like a readymade excuse to wash away the stain of failed effort and yet still maintain credit for serendipitous fortunes. You're not putting in the labor or forethought in the front end but still trying to reap the benefits on the back end while justifying the lack of intent and effort with sheer enthusiasm and doubletalk. It's almost like a Dadaist trick sans absurdity, or a surrealist's game corrupted by order and intent.
It reminds me of an old friend of mine who sells terrible drip paintings to a real estate agent who uses them to sell homes. She tells him the colors of the room, he buys the paint and drips out some paintings which he then sells to her for a decent profit. He doesn't get it, she doesn't get it, the people who buy the houses don't get it, no one gets it. But he gets pocket money to buy video games, she has stuff to put on the walls so the houses don't look so bare and sterile, and the potential home buyers can better visualize how these walls can make a building a home. No one, not even my friend who paints them, thinks they're fine art or even good decoration, but everyone seems to agree they're a good thing and they serve their purpose. They don't care for or appreciate good art, so all art is the same to them.
I need a good artist's statement on this to take it seriously. For now, it all feels like a child's attempt to play with the grown ups. Like they overheard some smart people say things that didn't make sense to them, so they thought that speaking nonsensical was just how smart people talk, unable to imagine a reality beyond their own perspective. Help me see what I'm missing here. Educate me on why this method is salient.