Flirting with the imponderable

Nujabes music resonates in my studio as I write some notes on this blog...

Perfect-imperfect.

When in 2011 I created ghosts with a camera and a flash, I experimented without knowing what I was doing. The results surprised me and I couldn't completely control the result. Everything was very much based on feeling the moment and moving accordingly: me, the camera, the direction of the flash. It was madness yet weighted by an upstream concept.

One thing that I have always pursued and that I have never stopped. Even in the apparently more rational works. The comfort zone just isn't for me. And after all Clement Cheroux with his book “The photographic error” ruined my existence, in a good way.

There are people who have to control everything and these people of course also exist as photographers. But I don't have this claim. I know that even when you want to control all the imponderable, you can feel the full weight of your ephemeral existence. As if the universe itself weren't enough to remind us how microscopic and transient we are.

Among colleagues are those who know in advance, for example, how a certain photo shoot will go. They are almost able to program it, in a sequence established a priori, as if reality were then malleable to their will. I never could. It would be death for me. Even my working days, although I also work on deadlines, are never planned. I never really know what I'll do the next day. Mine is more a feeling of the moment. And this is perhaps the secret because after so many years I continue to have fun and never feel tired or bored.