I collect images. I am a collector of images. When I have a camera in my hand I become a photographer. I see something in front of me, something catches my eye and I respond to it. Subconsciously I think that’s interesting and maybe I can make an image, and so I do so. Why I do this is probably not so easy to explain. Maybe it’s a simple desire to record and by doing so I’m trying to make sense of the world I’m living in. My time is now. Right now. The moment is here. It will never happen exactly like this ever again. By capturing the present I hope to be able to make sense of the past and in turn predict the future. The future becomes the present. The present becomes the past. We are constantly stuck in the present, a void between the past and the future.
A photograph is both a piece of time and space. By including or excluding things its arbitrary borders both create and break relationships. The temporal and spatial dislocation results in social reality being presented as small discontinuous particles.
A photograph only shows us the surface, so it has many meanings and encourages us to deduce or intuit what the reality was like.
Photography can only give us knowledge of the world if we accept the world as we see it. But this is the opposite of understanding which starts from not accepting the world as it looks. Photographs have a use in giving us a mental picture of things but they always hide more than they reveal.
While photographs can arouse conscience this is only a semblance of ethical or political knowledge because it is always sentimental ( whether it is cynical or humanist )
By duplicating the world in such a comprehensive way it has made the world seem more available that it really is.