tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28435600154223730472011-05-25T11:56:36.459-06:00In my travels, I collect moments, fractured bits of memory that construct a very particular reality, a tension between aesthetics, subject and self.FOTOVOLOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00586724561274389238noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843560015422373047.post-6157338541803305002007-04-06T10:29:00.001-06:002007-04-06T12:11:40.889-06:00As I see it, photography represents the vain hope of capturing the moment. The world in its endless variation and permutations of culture and nature compels me to document it, to somehow save the image as a surrogate memory. What results is a record of my travels and an understanding that this record is incomplete. I frame the image with the camera and edit it as it’s stored. In the process much is lost. But some details of the moment are preserved, flattened, truncated and certainly filtered by my own point of view. It’s in this way that the conversation takes place. I am my past and as I encounter the world, I shape it and it shapes me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2843560015422373047-615733854180330500?l=fotovolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FOTOVOLOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00586724561274389238noreply@blogger.com0