Consent to the Night...

What is hidden in the depths of the soul will come to the surface one day or another. Photography as a revealer.

We don't find the light by rising up, by becoming more spiritual, by aiming for the heavens.

We find the light by descending, very far, very deep, to the very core of our being, where the deepest darkness reigns.

If you are afraid, then go ahead. Go and join the waiting child.

Like a story that never ends.

Birth after birth. Death after death. Generation after generation.

What are the stories that make and unmake us?

What are the stories that dwell within us, yet don't belong to us… and yet shape our path?

What are the stories that inhabit us, and of which we know nothing?…

What do we pass on of what we don't know?… As if from cell to cell, stories travel within us, these stories of which we know nothing but which haunt us.

To photograph, and to walk, and to stop. To wander through landscapes and faces.

To photograph, and to dig graves, unearth secrets, seek presences in absence.

To photograph, and plunge into the shadows to find the light.

Like a path within oneself, to see that light does not erase shadow, that shadow does not erase light. But that light does not negotiate with shadow.

To photograph, and to write in shadows and light. When words fall silent, and the image speaks. To tell a story. Not always the one we expect.