At Christmas time, 2010, I received the best gift. I was sitting in my old bedroom at my mother’s house, and V was beside me, her hands outstretched. And there it was. A camera. My camera. A Canon Rebel X5. V didn’t only give me a hunk of plastic with buttons and glass lenses. She gave me the ability to make art. She made it possible to record the passing momentary smears of life. And I cried as she held me, overwhelmed by her goodness and the meaning that a mere object can hold.
Since then, I have seen. I have taken this camera of mine to domestic cities like Washington DC, Chicago, Fort Lauderdale, Boston. I have cradled it while flying over the ocean, and adjusted shutter speeds in Iceland, France, Italy, Germany, Serbia, the UAE, Jordan, South Africa, Israel. And until now, I have mainly kept the photos to myself. But the internet is a wonderful tool with which to share such snapshots, and as such, this travel gallery of photographs is born.
What is a photograph? A destroyer of the passing of time? A lie, an idealized instant that barely existed? A tiny mono-perspective frozen and view-able? The physical sign of a person consuming a moment instead of experiencing it, behind a machine, distanced and alone?
All photographs in this section were taken by me, Luca Winer, on a Canon Rebel XS. Due to space limitations, this photograph section is relatively static, I am afraid.