Txema Rodríguez

Ansel Adams made a photo of Mount Williamson (from Manzanar, California) liying on the top of his car, using a 19-inch lens on 8×10 film. The camera slightly pointed down. The position provided a wide overlook of the foreground. The light was literally washing over the whitened stones of the desert and the resulting shoot is a perfect portrait of inner silence.
No one can teach the eye to anticipate the emotion of the finished image. That’s what he called ‘departure of reality’.
Now we are the camera. We traded the sacred for the pixel. We trust the mesmerizing effect photographs have got over will and belief, we act as the numb members of a massive cult of disposable reality. We take instead of making. We gorge and feast, we binge, we hoard, we overexpose our reckless hunger of the visible and yet we remain consumed by the desire of what can’t be contained in words.