Wait. You are standing in the sun, somewhere in the open and someone covers both your eyes with their hands. Maybe those hands belong to a person you’re in love with. When they take them away, this is what you have left. The sensation of those hands on your face lingers, as does the excitement but in front of your eyes is pink, hot pink, these images of inexpressible loveliness, happiness trailed by small sorrows.
I want to capture these gasps of light and color, these precious in-betweens that exist only in that instant each day when the equilibrium of the world flips on its axis. Day and night can never co-exist but right here is where they meet.
If New York City has a heartbeat, what would it sound like? If it were a piece of music, what would be the rhythm? Looking at skyline at night, it could read like a secret code, a set of instructions or a melody. As an inhabitant of this city, gazing each night at this image, how could I helped but be completely changed? My personality, my physical chemistry, are all being tuned and changed as the beat of this city marches through me, as its music plays itself into exhaustion.
2011 Windows , One Day’s Journey South of the Riverr ,China .
I’m from the Northeast and this was my first time taking a high-speed rail, heading to South West, traveling from one end of my country to the other. These are the scenes of what I saw from the window of the carriage. At a glance, they are watercolor scrolls from the Song dynasty, with their familiar composition of tranquility, fluidly of brush strokes. But when you look closely, you see that what you thought was a fabled mountain is a construction crane, a concrete bridge, an electrical tower. Just as the painters and poets before me painted the beauty they found in front of their eyes. This is what I see. Just as they used paintings to mythologize their time and people, I hope to do the same with my photographs.
Roxas Boulevard 2011 Manila PH
Acquainted strangers, we seem to know them from the internet; we seem to admire them or, the opposite, seem to dislike them. On a regular basis we check the latest posts from an assumed familiar person informing us about what he or she thinks, how he or she feels, or what he or she has eaten. Somehow it seems like we’ve met these persons before, but the truth is we haven’t met them at all or if, just occasionally. This was exactly the reason that piqued my interest and curiosity on their real lives – and therefore I took their picture.
