With an almost voyeur approach, I have managed to identify different attitudes, make a soul to soul approximation, an intrusion into their innermost meaning, as if it was some type of police enquiry. A task of ocular dissection, taxidermy, the frenetic search to discover the serene nature of each urban “being” by infiltrating through their clothes, their skin…for no other reason than to pique my own curiosity and that of other viewers –and/or their conscious participation- to make the invisible visible. Undoubtedly, I thought about the limitations of photography and I understood their futile desire. Because our own world, that which we believe to be unique, so much a part of us, is actually just a small part of an interrelated whole, like the streets of an infinite city.
With infinite patience, I awaited in dimly lit nooks, where a mere ray of diagonal light would cut across my chosen scene, allowing me to view the development of the most impressive sequence of anonymous figures in just a fraction of a second, miraculously lit up by the law of fugacity, just to vanish as if devoured, by the vast greatness of the dark, shadowy night. My “models”, were revealed through the eye of my camera for a fraction of a second in their inevitable naturalness, revealing their beauty in tiny doses, driving my diligence of trapping them through my cunningness and the magic of the attentive eye. Through accident and control.
Some exemples
Oriol Llauradó 