For the love of Life

Through this photographic series I invite you to see those mirrors, both material and mind-projected to see how they affect the way we see events. Photographic reflections are good analogies to the distorted visions we have of reality. Our mind, our perceptions, our senses, our beliefs are twisting, filtering what is. As a result, truth is fragmented. We set our mind to see what we want to see.

Photographs are filters as well. By selecting a frame and occulting the rest, the scene is not whole anymore. Focus, angle, colour balance, contrasts, aperture, exposure, sensitivity and other factors are influencing the final result. At the end, it is the selection of all parameters that makes the vision. We are doing so in everyday life. Beauty, happiness, love is everywhere and a simple reflecting surface can reveal it.
Let us be that reflection.

Blurry photographs usually are missed shots of an action happening too fast to be controlled. Also, they can be a creative choice. The blur can make the photograph vibrant, alive, even mysterious. The following photographs are the fruits of the research between this thin line, the blend between missed and wanted shots.

Most of our life we are wandering in darkness,
wondering what’s next,
thinking about what was
and neglecting what is now.
We regret,
we project
and we simply forget to live.
Life is not a line.
It is an ever-changing moment that
is happening now.
Let’s grab a light
and visit those dark places
of our unconscious.
There we store
all memories, all expectations.
In the light of understanding,
acceptance,
we’ll soon live
in a brighter world.
Let’s avoid creating those bad
memories and those expectations.
It only brings
bitterness and deceptions.
All that has to be rectified
will resurface
so we can clean up the mess.
All that we wish for ourselves
will form.
But on one condition:
That we live the present moment
with joy, confidence,
trust and love.

Lines and shapes direct our senses, elevate them from time-to-time but usually put us in a cage.
I played the game, getting trapped to better frame them, reveal their existence and non-conscious effects they have in our daily lives.
As we watch our mind struggling with those lines and shapes, I invite you to observe your thoughts, free yourself and return those traps into the nothingness out of which they came.

This series is a bird’s eye view on life scenes happening right below. This angle gives a different look, an alternative vision on the interaction or non-interaction of the subject with another subject or with their environment. It adds spacial perspective to the subject and thus induce a different reading.

Enigmatic or graphic, used or abandoned, they are the facade, the front step to another unknown space, a small hidden universe.

Through this series, I would like to honour those little jobs in Asian’s streets, most of which have disappeared from our occidental countries. I want to pay tribute to those daily street workers, to their hands, reflection of their work, their lives, and their materialized states of mind. There we can see the hardship of their labour and the precision of the gestures, the delicacy of a well-done work and the automation of repetitive tasks, integrated deep into their skin.

There are those hands, which carve and transform, which destroy and build, which sow and reap, which give and receive. There are those hands without which we would have almost, if not, nothing.