PHOTOGRAPHY

Photography is an affirmation of visible, a celebration of light. This is how it started, in times when obtaining images was related to long hours in a darkroom. The process was initiated by inserting Fomapan film into my grand-father's Practica and ending with a black and white image on a paper. The reward was catching something in an image. I belived that I can keep this something, freeze the beauty, keep it forever unchanged and simplified. Kind of enhanced memory.

But is the world made to be photographed? Is photography just simplification of the world? Or it misses the point completly? The eyes on the picture and what is behind them, is it connected by any relation? Richard Avedon once said: "All photographs are accurate. None of them is the truth".

Years are passing and I'm still thinking about it. One think is sure: sometimes the images contain something beyond words, and no language can help to explain it.