The truth is in the soil suggests a constructed space of fantasy and loss within the magical potential of transformation and fiction the camera allows. I am interested in how the image affirms things in their disappearance and gives us the power to use things in their absence through fiction. In that sense, photography transforms itself into a question of becoming through loss and makes the passageway within a liminal space of absence and presence. The photographs themselves lay between real and unreal allowing the viewer to believe in the real that is yet to come; another type of reality.
“Yasmin the light”
“Motel Life”
“Fireflies”
“Car crash”
“Have you passed through this night?”
“Classical ideals”
