“The photographer should allow himself to be permeated by the poetic moment” Robert Doisneau
Some photographs have the power to stop us in our tracks. And isn’t that what we want from photography, the ability to arrest time, to freeze us on the spot? To pin us down so that we are captured by the moment, taken out of time and its unrelenting forward march, suspended in a never-ending present. Nowhere to go, but be here, immersed in this timeless moment as it unfolds and expands, pulling everything into its gravitational centre. The poetic moment, when the image turns its gaze on us and we can do nothing but stop and allow ourselves to be absorbed into it, permeated by its perfectly-timed timelessness.
Peaches. I love their taste, their velvety feel. How they look when they’re arranged in a bowl. Sensual in a way that is simple, unpremeditated. No need to flaunt. Just let the light bring out their natural glow. She knows that, the photographer. She also knows that what is not exposed to the light has its own hypnotic power, its own seductive gaze. What can’t be seen exerts its own gravitational power.