"To see the world,
things dangerous to come to,
to see behind walls,
draw closer,
to find each other,
and to feel.
That is the purpose of life.”

James Thurber

A photo which does not exist.

A failed polaroid still processing

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This photo was, but does not exist. This photo appeared but is no more, it arose to vanish. This photo emerged from a shot which was never meant. This was the most beautiful abstract I’ve ever made, because I never made it. I took a picture of the sky, of the city, of a building, one morning. My camera triggered, the chemical process happened, and for 10 minutes, it was the most beautiful thing in my world. But chemicals do not stop for beauty, they did their duty. And from beautiful blue, my polaroid turned to creme white, and went to the bin. It’s a photo which does not exist.

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Cette photo était, mais n’existe pas. Cette photo est apparue, mais n’est plus, elle s’est révélée pour s’envoler.  Elle  à émergé d’un cliché qui n’a jamais été voulu. C’était le plus beau abstrait que j’ai fait, car je ne l’ai jamais fait. J’ai pris une photo du ciel, d’un bâtiment, en marchant. Mon appareil s’est déclenché, les composants chimiques ont fonctionné, et pendant 10 minutes, c’était la plus belle chose de mon monde. Mais la chimie ne s’arrête pas au beau, elle fait son boulot. Et d’un bleu splendide, mon Polaroid a tourné blanc crème, vide et sordide. C’est une photo qui n’existe pas.

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