The very nature of photography is slicing time. Photographs are based on exposure to light, be it film or sensor and usually lasting only a fraction of a second. But in that unique moment, magic is made, never to be repeated, for seasons change, expressions are different, and nothing is static. It’s just a click, but one of endless boundaries and imagination, pausing time, and never to be captured again.
1/30/20
October 25, 2003, 7:10:27 am - Mexico
The stained wall frames the subject, the door, which serves as a metaphor - a passageway, the unknown, curiosity, what once was, purpose, etc. Hopefully, the viewer has their own interpretation which brings me to this point; I do not title my work so as to avoid coercing the audience into my way of thinking. I believe it's far better to allow one to make up their own minds than to be directed. When I critique one's work, I do not want them to preface the piece nor do I want to know the title. I want to discover for myself.
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