Bifurcations
Artist: Carlota Peon, Photographer
December 14, 2004 - January 31, 2005
A photograph. It's a long beach. There is no one to be seen, except a girl. At the distance, some clouds in the sky. The sea looks like a mirror. The sand is a tapestry of shells. The girl gazes at her hands full of shells. Each shell tells her something different, either through its form or color. She will wash them and take them home. There, she will treasured them forever in a jar. I am still that girl.
When I discovered photography, I felt the same pleasure: chasing fragments of life; collecting them through the lens, through a more intimate form, that of my own eyes. These images captured with my camera that slowly appeared in the photographic paper, allowed me not only to discover the world, but to discover my true self.
A red fish in the middle of the grey clouds. A fresh breeze in the middle of the tormenting heat. A window of hope in the middle of despair. The color of the sky which foretells a storm. All these things and more are revealed to us by the photographer.
Photography is the island that invites reflection. The pause in the long journey of life. A refuge for contemplation. The enjoyment of those paths that were left out of our reach. To capture a fugue. To live the moment. To be alive. To connect with the present. To forget the future. That is what the photographer seeks: To construct worlds and to share them with others.
She sees the hidden side of the road, challenging time and freezing it through its lens to immortalize it on the paper. The photographer fights against the impossible: Freeze time, give it a new dimension and create images. She observes the incorporeality and gives life to the inanimate. As a light sculptor, the photographer carves time and space.
The power of art bifurcates, creates and transforms. As a stone thrown into the sea of everyday life, art forms endless circles, allowing new visions of the world. The artist? capacity of amazement is also unlimited. In every insignificant detail, in a relegated shadow, there lies the work of art. The dreaming vision (oniric sight) of the photographer allows us to know that is behind the mirrors. It opens an unfolding vision that bifurcates into an ocean of possibilities. As a knitter, the photographer wolves sights, saying the inexpressible, fishing images in the deep sea of indifference that drags us every day with more strength. The eye and the diaphragm give back to the world its lost intimacy. Let us then, be touched by the breezes of light that nourish the soul.
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