Places

We photograph the present as it becomes the past. Looking back at photographs, I often wonder what became of those people with whom I coexisted, if only for a moment, in a certain place at a certain time. People who only left a trace of light through the lens of my camera, an impression in my memory. Who were they, where were they going? Questions that allude to a story. 

This is how I began to conceive a photographic series composed of ‘short stories’ – stories that, as in literature, are more ‘open-ended’ than longer, more articulate narratives. Tales as short as the chance encounters that underlie them, each consisting of three photographs, with human presences often barely hinted at, and united by the fact that the narrator in each is the ‘place’ in which they take place: places that speak of the passing of time and the ephemerality of existence reflected in the imprints it leaves on objects and landscapes.