I am a visual artist. When I bring the image onto the frame and I know it’s there, I hear my mothers voice outlining the shadows and the light for me – and I know – it’s found. I was almost 12 years old when I asked her if she could still see me – that’s when I learned I’d become a shadow. It’s this simple truth that makes me search for light that can dance eloquently with shadows, you know it’s there when it’s there. Perhaps it’s my search for her, but, that doesn’t matter to everyone else, that belongs to me. The work is what matters. So, when something or someone fills my frame and I document it, I’d like to share that – whatever it may be – for you to see it – if you really want to see it. Quarendo Invenietis.
My mother was blind. This simple truth opened my eyes. It was she who taught me how to see. She used to ask that I describe all that I saw – what the world looked like on a particular day. But, it was the descriptions she gave to me, of the world she remembered before she lost her sight, that are still with me.
How the sun bled it’s oranges onto pink and purple skies, how blades of grass looked as they flew out of a lawnmower, now only a scent to her, the smell of freshly cut grass. I wouldn’t want to miss any of it, which is why I always have my camera with me. You never know what can come into your frame, the box you subconsciously expand and retract, letting it all in.
Portfolio du workshop Photojournalisme avec Ron Haviv, Mai 2015.
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MARTA DAHÓ,
Commissaire indépendante et professeur d’Histoire de la photographie
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