“All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real condition of life and his relations with his kind.” (Marx and Engels, The communist Manifesto.)

The guard and the nun, TAH, 2007.

 A story unfolds from a captured moment.  One thousand stories one could tell about an image, and yet, all a product of our imagination.  For a story did unfold when the image was taken, but most likely one which has nothing to do with ours.  The story is not contained in the image, it is the viewer who projects a flux of narratives and speculations on the image, falsly atributing this flux to the image.  Even so, only a powerful photo can set us off in this way and create a dialogue between image and viewer.  

In order for a photograph to set of this flux, you need a creative viewer, otherwise no narrative would emerge from the heart of the photo.  This takes me to think that one has to consider, even when it is merely photographing reality, the audience to which the image will be exposed.  Without an appropiate viewer the image will not have a life of it’s own, and is most likely to be lost in infinity.