“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out
this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”― Susan Sontag
If I were living in the 1840—when Alexander Wolcott invented the first camera—the Indian would have scalped me for stealing their souls with my evil iPhone or with one of my cameras.
I love observing people, especially when they are in their own safety-bubbles. The hour seems to stand still, all actions move in slow motion while the past, the present and the future merge into a mass, confusing space that quickly becomes the cocoon which separates my subjects from reality. Within these moments, my subjects transform into the characters that they sometime refused to recognize. Their true identities.
These are the most beautiful moments that I’ve witnessed through my photography life. Therefore, it is important for me to capture and preserve these moments, along with the spaces, the shadows, the lights and the states that my subjects are in. I am less of a photographer but more of a witness during these moments. I stop thinking about photography. The pictures aren’t important but my subjects. I wish to become my subjects so that I can understand the states that they are in and to acknowledge what bring them to these certain moments.
The more pictures I take, the more I want to know…