Camera Obscura

It's Latin for "dark chamber" *click* I have a photograph from a long time ago - moments in time which are now lost and all what remains is the memory of it, preserved through this photograph. And as we develop the negative, bit by bit - the memory returns not in the mind but on photo paper. A reproduction of moments, a replica of time itself and it allows us to journey back to that time. A voyage through a dark chamber which leads us to touch, feel and sense a moment which has dissolved into the vast expanses of the past. A medium for us mortals to feel immortal. A channel that provides us glimpses of anachronistic joys and bygone sorrows. So it is of no wonder that the 21st century's greatest addiction is not money, not gold but photographs. Our prized possessions are memories, recollections and reminiscences; and this compulsion and craving from being frozen in time probably stems from our subconscious telling us that we are mortal beings - ephemeral, transitory, and brief. We know that we along with our memories are not safe and will ultimately slip away and be lost to the vast expanses of emptiness. We are obsessed with clinging onto our memories like a treasure. We have understood that life is a beautiful adventure and that we as humans can cherish and enjoy this odyssey, all the while leaving trails of small breadcrumbs for posterity. And all that it takes to attain such permanence is just a *click*! "Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still."

- Dorothea Lange