The act of seeing

Ernotte’s vanishing gardens, Brussels, 2013.

The act of seeing

What if the subject of the photo were not the true subject ? What if, by taking photos, I were looking to find out how my eyes work ? Discovering what catches my eye, and why. Where is a photo born ? I can ask myself all these questions afterward, once I have the photo in front of me, just not while I’m taking it. If I start to think, it all goes to hell. An Italian friend once shared his father’s advice : “Don’t think with your dick, and don’t fuck with your brain.” This also goes for photography.