Moments is the tale of a return. Of going back to a place, I left so many years before without ever revisiting.
Moments is the tale of a return. Of going back to a place, I left so many years before without ever revisiting. It is the story of a “reverted immigration”, and perhaps the word has yet to be invented. It is the story of a rediscovery. It is not a nostalgic or transformative story, nor is it looking for a past. Rather, it is a collection of snapshots, taken in the vague recollection of a bygone era. Photography, or rather the photographic act, is always a contemporary mode of expression and an indisputable act of capturing the moment. The camera has no past or future. It knows no time. It captures the absolute moment so that the photographer cannot escape the contemporary. The moment is also extremely fleeting, in which the image created becomes timeless. That is all that remains of that moment. Photography is the continuity in capturing the memory of the future, the photographer archives the future.