MILK-AND-WATER

How does a photograph happen? Who makes it? Is it me who decides what will picture turn out to be if I press the button right now? What tells me to do it? How about not thinking and letting it happen by it’s own? How about to lose control?

Often when you talking on the phone while there is a pen in the hand and a piece of paper, then when you’re finished you can see strange figures, scribbles, on the paper. If you don’t go into it they tell nothing, but they’re considered by some people to be able to show something that emerges from unconscious: fears, anxiety.

When I’m coming home talking on the phone I don’t usually have neither paper nor pen, but there’s nearly always a camera in my hand. While talking I’m taking pictures of something that draws my attention without thinking of it. It happens that I mostly talk to one person whom I see every day, our talks contain no useful information. I just let him know that I’m ok, that I exist. It turns out that both the photographs and the talks are just about nothing, just milk-and-water.