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.