Reverie

When I make images the process is not easy to explain. I am aware of time, as in I will know where the sun is, whilst simultaneously being abstracted constructed time. I go somewhere else. I go into myself and into the moment. When I read Bachelard for the fist time as a student of photography it made sense to me.

I’m going to write a piece from The Poetics of Reverie as he explains it all the more eloquently.

“ When a dreamer of reveries has swept aside all the “preoccupations” which were encumbering his everyday life, when he has detached himself from the worry which comes to him from the worry of others, when he is truly the author of his solitude when he can finally contemplate a beautiful aspect of the universe without counting the minutes, that dreamer feels a being opening up within him. Suddenly such a dreamer is a world dreamer. He opens himself to the world, and the world opens up to him. One has her seen the world well if he has not dreamed what what he is seeing… Time is suspended …The world is so majestic…”

Sometimes in the moment of making an image some my other senses shut down. I can go deaf. I can only feel the camera. As for taste and smell I’m not sure. I go somewhere else, press the shutter and return. On return I review, if shooting digitally. Then I see if my dream has been recorded in a manner that pleases me and then I go, press again and respond…

I am not trying to record the world but to capture a part of my reverie to share it with others. I am still learning to share.

The Towans