Me, myself and eye

Since antiquity, images have shaped our perception of reality, conveying information, and expressing a depth of emotion and desire. A few years back I decided to explore the timeline of image, from cave paintings to the art of a.i , examining the philosophical ideas that underpin our understanding of this powerful medium. Drawing on phenomenology, I looked at the ways in which images affect our perception of the world, our relationships with others, and our sense of self. Such context has shifted my work as an art director into consciousness, allowing me to comprehend the mysteries and wonders of the image.

When I go to the dark room to develop my films, and as I engage with my images, I bear witness to the life cycle of the art form. At first the image appears as a chaos of colours and shapes devoid of any meaning, But then I become an active participant in the birth of a new painting, watching as it incubates and develops. This selection of photos scooped up from old reels depicts frames empty of human subjects, textural, violet tones and a different atmosphere of the same place presented in multiple albums – these photos are artifacts of various afternoons spent attempting to grab the run off from life, to fix something visually. It’s a case of snatching a piece of something that I know I’ll never see again. Like a picture of water, I hold on.