I can’t dance. I can’t in my room, nor in a club, let alone any kind of stage. Whenever I am forced to try, I stumble or freeze or drink enough to disappear. However, this time, for the first time, I found myself actively involved in dancing - even if by using someone else’s body.
The photographer does not predetermine the result, insisting on a well-planned perfectness, but rather establishes a strong understanding by letting the dancer improvise and capturing his movements. Afterwards, the photographer experiments with layering various photos on top of each other, searching for intriguing combinations and accepting the coincidental. It is the dancers who provide the photographer with the physical intelligence of the body, that is captured through the camera and vague mental images.