(TEXT FROM THE BOOK)
I must go to the oculist at once, the dog broke my
glasses and I'm getting more and more shortsighted. Sometimes it's
a pleasure for me not to see perfectly because those imperfect images
generate my favourite visions. It was foggy yesterday and I couldn't
take any pictures. I didn't have a camera and I didn't have a film
either. I wish it weren't true and I could have taken those pictures
but I wasn't there and that's essential, like the football player,
you have "to be there" to score the goal.
Chance and intuitive talent are indispensable weapons for me and,
of course for my photos.
What could I talk about? My favourite photographs? Oh! A whole lot!
Of course I admit not only the influence of many photographers but
also of many creative areas, many people and "life" in general.
Photography is like any other (artistic) expression, although I will
never understand the meaning of the word "Art" and even
less the meaning of "artist".
I always get bored with "intellectuals" (especially those
who speak about photography).
I'm sceptical by nature though not pessimistic, I try to laugh as
often as I can (I love the sense of humour in life). In my photographs
there is always a fixation: the window, which in most cases is an
imaginary one. The window as a symbol of watching, scrutinizing, seeing
the world or life as if "through", "from inside, from
outside".
I think people never see things in their depth, and not even in their
surface and that's where magic is, where the dream is...
Anybody can take a picture, and that's great. Therefore it's a polular
instrument (for me the model of the camera will never have an influence
on the quality of the photo).
I like it to be versatile and capable of reproduction. Life is a journey
for me. The other day I read in a book a beautiful statement I identify
myself with: "I'm a child of the road, a caravan is my country
and the most unexpected vogaye my life is". Amin Maalouf.
In my opinion everything has already been done and invented a long
time ago. That's why definitions, formulas, tyles and so on are not
needed anymore.
I'm particularly fond of everything intemporal, indefinite, ethereal
and oid. I've never liked new suits. I prefer abstractions and deffects
with effects.
Mystery is the mist of things, of everything around us.
I love what I cannot see. I'd rather keep the intimate, a smell, a
fragrance, an absence... All these things are just contradictions
but I need them to keep on living Maybe life is a kind of memories
album whose pages are pregnant with experiences.
Let's hope experiences never die!
Vari Caramés
