Send to a friendIn my imagination, a picture gives a voice to those who have none, because the media tells the “news” and media conglomerates too often ignore a true story. It’s a little like the moon and the stars. The full moon is so beautiful, seen from here, but it is so bright that we aren’t able to admire the thousands of stars that surround it … Sometimes, we concentrate on what shines, and we forget all these people in the dark.
It’s not done out of malice; it’s done inadvertently. So I turn to photos to capture, in shades of light, an ordinary daily life which is not at all ordinary.
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The photo shows Vinvince, a friend of the L’Arche Chantal community. There’s a strong light between two coconut trees, grey smoke, and a body that dances in his imagination.
The moment doesn’t ever last more than an instant--then it’s gone. That’s the sad reality of a photographer, all those photos that exist only in our heads because we didn’t have the camera with us at those moments. The sadness, and yet, perhaps, at the same time the small joy of daily life. Because we know that the photo is there. All it takes to capture the magic is a bit of luck.
Can a photo ever really replace words OR conversation?
Joy is invisible and non-existent to those who don’t want to see it. We see above all by our eyes, then we allow our hearts to be touched. Life is in fact nothing but Polaroid snapshot moments - ten billion strong.
Jonathan
