One winter I started using a videocamera with an extreme zoom as a way to stay out of reach, but be present.
Not for safety, but for a certain kind of control in choosing distance instead of presence. These are not moments I was part of. There is always something missing.
More like fragments I borrowed from a distance I never tried to cross. What I was looking at is the ordinary in moving through routine, unaware, uninterrupted.
Nothing builds up or resolves. This work doesn’t offer anything back.
It just sits there, in the act of looking outside without being acknowledged. And still, there is no real outside.
Even from this distance, the gaze remains implicated in part of the same flow it tries to detach from.
Not belonging to the moment, but not separate from it either.
Not for safety, but for a certain kind of control in choosing distance instead of presence. These are not moments I was part of. There is always something missing.
More like fragments I borrowed from a distance I never tried to cross. What I was looking at is the ordinary in moving through routine, unaware, uninterrupted.
Nothing builds up or resolves. This work doesn’t offer anything back.
It just sits there, in the act of looking outside without being acknowledged. And still, there is no real outside.
Even from this distance, the gaze remains implicated in part of the same flow it tries to detach from.
Not belonging to the moment, but not separate from it either.
sofia, bulgaria in january 2025
dublin, ireland
