As a photographer, I move from bright color abstracts, many of them taken in my trips back home to Buenos Aires, to experimental “narrative” photography of superimposed images taken with a cheap Holga plastic camera.
Not long ago I came across the Japanese concept of wabi sabi. Hard to define with one word, wabi sabi celebrates the beauty in imperfection and earthiness, ‘the cracks and crevices and rot and other marks that time and weather and use leave behind. The minute details that give something character’.
The $30 plastic camera Holga that first made photography available to the Chinese masses is a perfect vehicle for a wabi sabi vision. The plastic lens is irregular and quirky, the flimsy enclosure lets light leaks into the film, reality gets a little dreamy through the cheap Holga lens.
I believe wabi sabi is a huge part of how and why I photograph what I do. I find delight in color, in old people, in children, in dogs. They all find their way into my images, just as they find their way into my poems.