Mata Ihi

I fly to a remote island in the Pacific Ocean whose closest reference is the moon. I flee a present I can't confront and board an island where the past awaits me... A precarious light filtering through a hole punched in a cardboard box sustains me

We remain vulnerable and weak as long as we cannot see. The moment we finally open our eyes, we become strong and powerful... then we can love.

Ka'ara te mata... open your eyes

Just as the ancient Greeks believed that we did not see the world until objects crossed the eye by means of a bridge woven between the inner light flowing from the soul and the outer light flowing from the sun, so too were the Moai carved by the Rapa Nui people born blind and acquiring power the moment they received their eyes of obsidian and shark vertebrae.

We love what we know and learn by doing; light reveals the world to our eyes.

The raw material of photographers, light writes, describes, names, and draws... each eye opens to the world in a unique way, illuminating it from its own wellspring of emotions and experiences.