…sometimes i wish all the time-telling devices in the world would stop. and, in the following first moment of undefined time in centuries, we would feel the wind on our faces and begin know the rhythm our planet.
To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.
"i live and feed only on the agonizing screams of pixels.
my command is their wish”