Since the latency can sometimes last so long
This is a photographic essay that deals with the feeling of departure and stagnation, with constantly finding presence in the nothing and being in transition permanently. Time is running fast and it slips through one’s fingers if you aren’t quick enough to hold onto it for a moment. While past seems tangible and future feels elusive, the present is the condition that makes time an abstract feeling. Tumbling through my memory, awaiting the photograph on the celluloid, it’s always hard to describe what was thought and felt since the latency can sometimes last so long.
