they say that photographers need good shoes.
i agree. i do not run; i do not ride: i walk.
it is the only way to see.
i do not know what i’m looking for, i’m not very good at making – or reading – plans.
i find that a good book, or a comic book or a movie or a song, are the best guides – as is that thing they call serendipity, although we might use the simpler words of chance or luck – or light, which bears much resemblance to luck: you cannot force it but you better be ready for it when it comes
down upon you like a blessing.
an image is more than a reproduction of a scene somewhere at some point in time. if it is any good it is an entry point into something else a rêverie an imaginary path an emotion. these photographs, i think, hint at the inner world. they are like peeking into the thoughts of people. In reality you cannot go there: it is the realm of only the individual, and i suspect not everyone finds the path to their inner world. This is an attempt at evoking the existence of the inner world of human beings.
the reasons that might make you react to the images in this collection are probably different from the reasons that made me make them. that is fine, meaning does not have to be uniform, meaning does not have to be boiled down to a single tag, meaning is complex, meaning is a forest, meaning is a tribe, meaning is a world.
—- work in progress —-
Sometimes people just need a place to sit down
and watch the drama
that unfolds on the stage within
« … in one enciphering corner of my mind i believe still that every line in every poem is the orphaned caption of a lost photograph. By a related logic, each photograph sits in the antechamber of speech. »
(Teju Cole, Blind Spot)
enters the first character
the play is about to begin
the wait is almost over
you have no idea what is about to happen
you never have
i don’t mind going to the office as such
it’s the everydayness of it really
that is killing the mood
i get the part about contributing to society
i swear i almost get it some days
but all the time and for so long
surely this must be some sort of a misunderstanding
everything is possible
sang the choir of beautiful ladies
you can be whoever you choose to be
you can have whatever you want
i am not sure that i would know what to want
a sad knight sitting by in a suit of armor
that was one size too big
and looked a bit last season
just as he was about to leave the shade
in a sudden reluctance
to enter the light
old Henry was a smart man
born in good taste
he walked around with a Leica in his hand
and he spoke beautiful quotes
for our tote bags and coffee mugs
yet when you look at his pictures
he was a man of sincere curiosity
and a true master
- only taller and French
i once walked in a street
called Boulevard of the Quality of Life
it turned out it was really not
a great street to walk in