'i was in time, in flight, in finiteness. The present had disappeared, there was nothing left for me but a past and a tomorrow, a tomorrow which i was already conscious of as past.

Since then i have tried, every day, to cling on to something stable, i have tried desperately to recover a present, to establish it, to widen it.'

eugene ionesco - framents of a journal

photography affords me a closeness to the present, sometimes • i use film - it works for me like the old cameras that teach me something about light.