My biography is well described by these words of Fernando Pessoa:
“I have never placed faith in my convictions.
I have filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened my hands letting it flow away.”
If you find yourself befriending the shadow on a wall or sensing the thoughts of light upon things; if along your steps you recognize the traces of a mysterious language waiting to be deciphered—well, if one sees these things, if one can capture these images, then they are a photographer.
Photography is a game where things are never entirely what they seem.
By photographing, another reality begins to exist within me.
I photograph to be within myself; I am the matter of my photographs.
I use the image as bait: the image catches what is not an image.
I’m not interested in photographing new things. I’m interested in seeing things in a new way.
Life hides within the insignificant, the minute. And the invisible.
Photography connects to a world—our world—that is already made of relationships. That’s why a photograph allows us to look within ourselves. Its true power lies in connecting with who we are.
Photography must be feeling. Nothing else.
But now, human emotion is felt as a limit to productivity, something to be overcome.
In this world that only knows how to count, beauty wanders in exile, between infinite tenderness and infinite solitude.