Perched on a shelf surrounded by its products; the multitude of moments, caught and hung on hooks. A black eye, engulfing all that comes into focus. The series of mechanisms transform life into stills with a single mechanical shriek, a flash, and the exposure to light.
Seizing the world through an optic lens: a reflection of the concrete embedded onto 35mm film. The amnesic lag, from op to development lets time for nostalgia to set in, and each image invokes a myriad of memories.
But behind the automation, there is the overwhelming urge to contour time. To trap it in a wooden frame and exhibit it like a trophy. All the while unaware that moments cannot be captured for currency. There are times when I see the world through the apparatus of a camera. But the shutter speed is set for too long and everything develops into a blur.