Words that are life. Describe. Are. Self. Words that end up being planted like seeds. The ink that spins and flows, and the gaze that dares not. Words that slip. Gush out. Unreadable as life. They are much more than themselves.
Because of the mechanical nature of its technical function, photography is for me a matter of time rather than a visual matter : in its silver salts, or its pixels today, it is time which is captured, preserved, reinvented at every glance. Time of life, time of vision, time of poetry.