dinsdag 10 mei 2011

inside the impossible factory

The magic is twofold. It is in the action and it is in the image itself.
What is it I capture in this image? What does the instant film reveal? Or is the the other way around: what does the instant film hide? I get only a hunch of this other world. A small detail, a feeling, an atmosphere. It isn’t about capturing an image, a moment, an atmosphere. It is something completely different altogether.
What is this mist? This layer of fuzzy white?
Dreaming. The image is dreaming. It isn’t me. I’m wide awake. I’m handling the camera. I'm capturing an impossible dream

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