Photo installation
Porto, Portugal
2025
The world as I know it is now obsolete. The new one is yet unknown and shapeless. The spirit aches with every man-made wildfire. The body shivers with thoughts of the proximity of nuclear destruction. The eyes water with exploited oceans and colonised lands, built on suffering of others and covered in the ugly debris of a century of useless habits. I find solace in games of light, moving shadows, reflections on the water - the only constant in the turbulent whirlpool of reality. and while the new world takes its shape, slowly and painfully, I photograph my grief.
A fleeting Rorschach test - we turn our gaze inward, through the crooked mirrors of the outside world. My heart today is not exactly where it was supposed to be anatomically, it's scattered between the eyes and fingertips. The cold glass of the camera lens protects it while I fearfully observe the unconscious wilderness. The long sticky tongue of film tastes the objects; the textures of non-edible surfaces stick to a colour-sensitive cellulose acetate. Devouring the sensations, leaving no trace, committing no damage. A weightless touch of focus leaving an invisible mark on existence in time. Transparent is the most delightful taste, iridescent - the most beautiful colour.
I photograph my grief while the old obsolete world slowly turns into a new one. I take 36 pictures.
How do you mourn the unmournable?
I photograph my grief while the old obsolete world slowly turns into a new one. I take 36 pictures.
How do you mourn the unmournable?
