Portraits
Some of these faces belong to dear friends.
Others — I met five seconds before the shutter fell. Sometimes the photograph was the meeting.
But each one is a comet.
A trace of light, passing through.
Portraiture is a form of listening.
A way of saying: I saw you.
Not just how you looked —
but how you arrived in that square meter of Earth,
at that unrepeatable point in time.
“I believe that as we surf the wave of time, when two players in the game find themselves on the same square meter on earth, it is in fact a magical occurrence.”
— T G Sacchi