The morning just after another month of lockdown was announced, way before sunrise. Away from my subjects and without assignments, I was looking at older photographic investigations that I thought not successful. Suddenly, I found myself struggling to comprehend the expression “not successful”. Maybe they were investigations that I felt uncomfortable with, that I thought that they would not be well received -”by whom?'“, I asked myself. Or photographic investigations that I simply didn’t like or that possibly generated an unease, a discomfort in me. Just like I sometimes feel when I am confronting myself, at times of peace and silence such as these. When I am seeing my human condition. The human condition. Photographic investigations are really parts of the photographic investigator’s self, of her condition. Usually she is running away from some part of them, she is keeping them unpublished, she resents them, she puts them in the recycling bin. But the recycling bin recycles, it does not release or dissolve. This beautiful, peaceful morning, before sunlight made this bright star in the east disappear, I just looked at them and accepted them for what they were: a part of the human condition. Just that. And I realised that acceptance was working much better than struggle. And then I saw something vibrant, silent, beautiful and perfect. As is the canvas in which all photographic investigations are taking place.
