How a moment of boredom during work became a new direction for my artistic work.
I am a photo realist and am known for it. I do not use photoshop, no matter how complex the result I am looking for, and only adjust my images as much as was possible in the darkroom. It has been the basis for my work on oral heritage and sustainability projects.
Even in my fine art work, including the renaissance portraits, expert costuming, skilled makeup and handmade props complete the scenes not digital mastery. So, possibly for this reason, I have never truly experimented with surrealism in photography.
Until the other night.
Shadowing Romina Diaz, culture doyen of Florence, for an article in Country Living, I found myself at the end of the evening…bored. I had taken all the shots we need; was not willing to strike the equipment; and was too tired to jump into the club spirit of Hostel Tasso’s evening revelry.
The camera sat on a tripod…shoulder level, perfect for leaning casually…when I suddenly wondered what would happen if I set truly long exposures and swung the camera on it tripod axis. The result follows…my first, surrealistic realism postcards…or some creative fun.
What struck me after developing the raw files is the cross stream view of time (to coin a buddhist concept). In each singular photo, several individual moments in time are frozen together as if we are looking across time….which in essence we are.