I was thinking about what photography could do, taking an electronical / mechanical object with it to turn it on or mount the film and walk, observe and compose visions. It seems not to find the logical thread, to follow the light, because of this it is, and look inside themselves.
The weather. stop it and contemplate it, that face, the movement of hands, death; have the power to block death, almost a divine being. Craving of omnipotence or fear of passing time?
A good photograph must have fundamental requisites, it must be extemporaneous, it must catapult the observer into that situation, excavate the unconscious of the beholder, we all have psychic standards and it is precisely there that the image must be searched.