There's a certain poetry in images. A reality modified by a magic lens that observes impassive the time passing by; an unpredictable viewer exuding color. When I was given the beautiful Diana Mini, I was not sure about what to do, how would the photos come out, or even worse, if they would come out...
There’s certain poetry in images. A reality modified by a magic lens that observes impassive the time passing by; an unpredictable viewer exuding color. When I was given the beautiful Diana Mini, I was not sure about what to do, how would the photos come out, or even worse, if they would come out. Used to the immediacy and plain perfection of my previous cameras, I was standing in a whole new world, a world which I have now embraced as my new home. I start shooting, I remember. One, two, three, four…then, I ran out of film.
I ran quickly to the closest lab, and waited impatiently. At that moment, I imagined myself as someone who waits anxiously for a birth. After a long and eager wait, I saw the trembling movement of a magenta curtain, from which a woman came out carrying an envelope. ‘Your photos’, she says to me. Fearful, anxious, I took out the first photo…and wow! I couldn’t believe it: it was some sort of dream captured on photographic paper. And even though I have always dreamed awake, now, I could touch them, see them, and hang them on a wall in order for them to remind me that the reality has not just one, but thousands of facets, and it overflows with color.
It is the ‘free freedom’, paraphrasing Rimbaud. Not adjusting to the established photographic rules: be casual, imperfect; experiment, finish a film and start an other one, in order to keep dreaming, to keep learning to make mistakes, and once in a while, let out a scream of joy after seeing the result.
Now, I take my Diana Mini everywhere I go: parties, events, family meetings, concerts, trips, and I don’t try to capture only that decisive moment, but I try to go a little further, and let my camera interpret the world freely, filling the gray walls of a beautiful chance.
“Non serviam. I do not have to be your slave, Mother Nature; I shall be your master. You will use me; that’s fine. I don’t want it and I cannot understand it: but I will use you too. I shall have my trees which will not be like yours, I shall have my mountains, I shall have my rivers, I shall have my sky and my stars.
And you will not be able to tell me: ‘This tree is not lovely, this heaven doesn’t please me… I prefer mine.’
I will answer you that my heavens and my trees are mine and not yours, and they don’t have to look alike."
‘’Non Serviam’ by Vicente Huidobro