While editing the photographs of Choroni, I came across this sequence of photos that seemed to have something special, even if I couldn't immediately identify what it was.
From the first moment I saw this space, the Altar had a great impact on me, the recurrence of religious images throughout the country, in the smallest corner, I believe that it is a trace of our identity that we don't even recognize and that it is surprising to find these simple statues full of meaning within the most unusual spaces.
Then, clearly, the hairdresser in the middle of the beach is another magical attraction "how is it possible?" a tourist could ask himself, and find the picturesque event. Which it certainly is.
The men sit at the foot of the altar, with a bottle of rum conversing.
And a motorcycle enters the picture, everyone sees it and everything changes. I don't remember what my reaction was at that moment of the photo, but it seems fun to see my reaction to open the field and the attempt to try to order all these elements (practically alien to each other until the motorbike arrives, thus getting the connector and the one that made it not only the photo of the altar, or only the photo of the hairdresser, or only the photo of the motorcyclist; that's what the couple is also like, the drunkards, the beach, the Caribbean, the virgin and the heat.
I think the lesson is to know how to wait for interesting moments, the precise moment. The re-frame is important, it is in the gaze but first it is in our intuition. That's where the photograph is really taken, where the shot will have value.
Something that happened to me regarding what I mentioned at the beginning about knowing that this photograph kept something, but was difficult to identify, I got in the developing process. That something I felt hidden among so much explosion of color, so much to where to look, that it got course when passing the photographs to Black and White, where one could pay total attention to the forms that compose the picture, and it did not generate so many distractions as did the disordered color.
I admire all the photographers who achieve excellent prints in these places where there is anything but order. For now I see these photos, I like the strong contrast of black and white and I like the arrangement of all in the picture, given only from my gaze, because photography is also fun if you enjoy the process and not just the result.
Now I wonder why I didn't wait, why I shot five times, how much difference there was between the shots, was I surprised by the motorized one when I only wanted to photograph the altar? Yes, did space itself give me the factor of the unexpected? Yes, so could the photography be nourished by pause and observation? Yes. That is the photographic exercise, the tireless search in chance.
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