I have shot today a digital version of my Cross project. Here is one of 133, that includes a few circles and triangles. I had been thinking about it for about a year and the whole thing was done in under 1 hour. At present, I have no information on why some of the stones on streets curbs are marked with chiseled cross. Keeping in mind all symbolic aspects, underlining the possibility of offense, I compiled those pictures of cross in order to add a bit of pure graphics to my production of freaks. Mostly, I'm going back to where I belong, a world of minute joys and pleasures. With a nod at Brassai.
My grandfather's disused stable is one of my treasure-troves, emotionally and literally. There, nothing is blurred or hazy; three generations have worked and lived between those walls. This is about "let us now pray famous men".
This wasn't an accident, but all the same, I incidentally walked that street and not another. I guess the fascination for hazy scenery comes directly from oil paintings and the early 20th C carbon and bichromaticgum(bichromated gum) photographic print process. I used to print some B&W through a commercial plastic sheet or a cut off plastic bag around 1994 to get the effect. In 2004 I discovered the work of Uta Barth; she shoots nice graphic, color, hazy close up of interiors. She has a great body of work but after a while I found it boring. There are a lot of images I stopped producing because I was scarred of boring myself. That 's how you get labelled "inconsistent", I consider my photographic journey to be adventurist, reflecting my agitated mind. Saying that, I have been quite consistent in photographing windows, dust and corners.