We record events, to realize that they’re happening — not necessarily that we want to experience them. The aperture opens the lens to reality, the touch of technology comes before sight.
The light beams onto the subject, probing for a source of security. Is this even a tangible object? The mind’s eye sticks onto an expensive but cheerful-camera.
The insight is ruthless, detailed, so scrupulous that that the pixels ignite graveyards of ideas. By means of new technologies, we delve into the pain.
What we’re seeing is as bright as daylight. What deserves a second look is always contained in the labyrinth of details, hardened through the telescope of attention.
These are my intentions.