I have seen spaces more than myself in them my lifetime, people more than myself, but people in spaces too, for a social appetite of anyone as much as mine, there are too many interactions to be present in, in these, everything except verbal, depends on the space, light works for the eyes, smell for the nose and other senses to set the mood.
The self portraits I made were from a standpoint of me seeing myself, out from a photographer's body merging into the spaces towards my diminishing existence in these spaces. Photos then, end with me opening up, turning around and accommodating myself,
as self portraits.
The series is an exercise in itself. Reflecting spaces help magnifying, choosing what to see where in this world, my movement changes my visual selection infinitesimally in time. Slowing me down. Light now, that played a subconscious role in my mind, takes me to my next step towards dissecting this exercise. Lights help me colour spaces.
Rest, are just just depictions of what I observe and what gets eliminated in the reflections of my notices making them the spaces I inhabit. There is no one there, not me, not anyone because they don't exist except in my eyes.
Discarding myself, what remains in these reflections are my spaces non-existent, yet seen, in light altered by stages made of glass and mirrors.
The self portraits I made were from a standpoint of me seeing myself, out from a photographer's body merging into the spaces towards my diminishing existence in these spaces. Photos then, end with me opening up, turning around and accommodating myself,
as self portraits.
The series is an exercise in itself. Reflecting spaces help magnifying, choosing what to see where in this world, my movement changes my visual selection infinitesimally in time. Slowing me down. Light now, that played a subconscious role in my mind, takes me to my next step towards dissecting this exercise. Lights help me colour spaces.
Rest, are just just depictions of what I observe and what gets eliminated in the reflections of my notices making them the spaces I inhabit. There is no one there, not me, not anyone because they don't exist except in my eyes.
Discarding myself, what remains in these reflections are my spaces non-existent, yet seen, in light altered by stages made of glass and mirrors.
