A photographer will squeeze everything directly before them, into a tiny box, in a fraction of a second. What was light, space and time has been transposed into two dimensions. Lenses, fractal stops and photons… billions upon billions of photons riding a potent, sinusoidal wave of radiant light. 186,000 miles per second, light. THE LIGHT.
And I am there, and there only, engaging that space, making art, in the moment, about the moment. The moment that soon becomes a memory, faded, torn and transparent. A decisive moment etched in to the celestial space-time fabric.
In my studio with a piece from SERIE 0, 2017