nunc editions | 2016
In those days I used to walk the streets carrying a disposable camera in my pocket. That’s how I expected to meet people and approach the city. The encounters would be made of a single clash, a brief instant.
This sense of intimacy and disappearance was an essential source to my daily work. To cover my face with my hand was not a defense mechanism though. In the creative act, hand and brain should work combined but also in confrontation. The photographs here are faded memories written in light and time. And under these conditions the flashlights would spread in indeterminate directions. Where could it touch us?