Mats


within the last 10 years a child became a teenager, and a teenager became an adult.
skin became a photograph, and light somehow evolved into a face.
we are our faces, we are our bodies. but still we are light on a surface.
when you press the shutter, the viewfinder blacks out in the moment while you are taking the picture.
the photographic image cuts itself through time on every level.
its surgery. like a doctor sealing a wound, with careful stitches. like me, sealing light onto film.
i have been photographing my brother for the last ten years, watching him grow up, and seeing myself growing up, while framing.
like an arrow that never reaches its target.
carefully bending around its moment, like flesh that becomes light, and wounds that are made of time.