Take and Witness.

[dropcap]I[/dropcap] was up this morning and sat in meditation. Around in my head, were the thoughts concerning photography. I take a photo. Taking the photo. It did not make sense
I always have to think about some cultures who regard the photo as stealing a part of the soul. Then my thoughts moved on to giving. Sharing. How is the sharing taking place. Apart from Instagram and Facebook, a professional photographer has to publish in order to share. But publishing has become easier and more difficult.

No, what has come out is bearing witness. Photographing is bearing witness to the moment, event and place. I feel that at this point in my work, its not any more taking a photo, but bearing witness to the moment.

Empty Hotel, near Sarajevo,1992.

Bosnia_1992An empty hotel, straight out of a horror film. A big room, two beds for the three of us. Two photographers, one writer. Night had fallen and this was my first experience in night combat. They fought the whole night. Tanks were moving near the hotel, shells exploding. The eye closes just to be opened the next minute by another near miss.

The next day the hotel was full of fighters carrying kalis (AK-47s). The tchetniks, their barracks being just behind the hotel, were having breakfast.

Discussions, jokes (rolling the wrong way), and all this propaganda which goes down.., history etc…

There is no way to describe Sarajevo, except chaos, madness with a few moments of respite. Horror, tension, fear and death. Men, women, children, interned in a mouse trap. No way out. As a journalist one must not take sides, But I cannot help to take and have feeling with the people of Sarajevo. Whether they be Muslims, Serbs or Croats. They have nothing, and what is left is being destroyed. Not only in Sarajevo, but also in other parts of Bosnia Herzegovina. How can you treat people like that?

The few days that I spent in Sarajevo opened my eyes to human savagery, but also to the fraternity, warmth and being of these people under siege.

Sarajevo 1992

La, ici, maintenant.

INVISIBLE WINDLa, ici, maintenant, je suis libre de penser, de rêver sur les choses que je veux faire. Aucun impératif a ce jour de Dimanche 8 Octobre 1986, a Milan. La liberté d’imaginer la vie, l’image et le travaille de photographe sans entrave de la réalité pratique, est une joie sans pareille.

Images en Noir et Blanc, qui défilent devants mes yeux imagines et reconstruit encore. Couleurs de corps en mouvements, des femmes nues qui se tiennent debout devant un vent invisible, qui souffle a travers l’image. Je ne tiens aucunes reines, mais seulement le stylo qui traverse cette page blanche qui ressemble a mon esprit en ce moment.

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