My new subject was working in the Old Curiosity Coffee Shop and I should know what clues to look for, except… I never got to read Dickens’ book -I had it in my library though! So I knew that the environment, though very pleasant, wouldn’t help me to complete the photographic investigation. She was known as the “Cat Mistress” because she loved and protected cats -and she was equally loved and protected by them. Her totem animal was the Caracal, a beautiful wild cat species that could jump 3 meters in the air and catch birds! My totem is the black bird and we could obviously have a conflict of interests there, but what helped me approach her was the recent appearance of the jaguar as my spirit animal -a sort of special, temporary messenger. This way, the necessary compatibility was achieved and my photographic investigation started.
From Crete to Naxos, from Theseus to Dionysus, from mortality to immortality… My assignment was to follow the “mitos” (thread) of Ariadne, my new subject, out of the center of the labyrinth after the discovery of the great secret. Why would I want to return, some may ask. It’s simple. I was engaged to undertake several more photographic investigations before I departed from this dimension. And a photographic investigator never falls back on her commitments.
Photographic investigations, just like their subjects -the people- are never lost. They are always where they are. But very often they found themselves outside of a photographic investigator’s present dimension - but a photographic investigator is an apt dimension crosser. So inevitably they will meet. Just like it happened with this investigation. It was November of 2019 in the planet of Venice, after the great “acqua alta”…
The code name for this assignment was “Magnificat” (My soul magnifies the Lord). Immediately the reality of something that Lester Levenson pointed out struck me: that when you dive into the very core of a feeling, you will observe that nothing is really there. Like looking at a magnified object. The more magnified it is, the less detectable it is. My subject was a heiress experiencing an intense feeling of unease and dissatisfaction about the fact that she had to pursue studies in theology in order to receive the 24 billion dollars that were hers… A photographic investigator must let her subjects realise the truth on their own, though.
Another photographic investigation, another mystery with a code name… This time my subject was a renown spacecraft designer and the possessor of a classic greek beauty.
A forgotten photographic investigation of a fellow photographer, Maria, during a hot August day in the museum of the Acropolis, which I always find most inspiring for portraits of interesting people. The secret? A magical grey wall that acts as a black hole for everything else except the emotional depth of my subject. Not anybody can be photographically investigated there…
A photographic investigator always has warm relations with people that most would call “unconventional”. Like -in this case- tarot readers and fortune tellers. It was in a meeting with a tarot reader that he pointed out that my spirit animal for the month of May would be the bat. I wouldn’t really know what to do with this information if at the same moment I were not browsing through one of my latest photographic investigations: the girl with the bat on her blouse. And then that famous sonnet from Shakespeare came to mind:
A photographic investigator arrives at certain realisations sooner or later because they hate waisting their time -they are like this by nature. Yet they very often do. And they get frustrated. I mean, what is important is what you think of you. There is a law in life, the law of assumption. You are what you assume to be. Why not assume you are the person you would like to be -for a change? Just to see what happens… If you can’t help yourself how could anyone help you? And why should they… You operate your mind and your mind creates all that exists in your world. Isn’t it time to realise it and stop waisting your life day by day? I don’t know who said it but it made an impression to me: “Most people see life as bad weather: they wait for it to pass”. Maybe stop doing this now? Maybe shut the TV? Maybe stop paying attention to your mind chatter? Maybe stop recreating yesterday’s undesirable conditions? Just a photographic investigator’s suggestions.
A photographic investigator has always a keen eye for elegant fashion. In this assignment I investigated 3 women and their excellent, minimalist fashion statements in the 2018 Venice Biennale. Just in case you were wondering what to wear while visiting art galleries in Venice. Go shopping, be creative: good things are coming very soon!
Very often a photographic investigator embarks on an investigative assignment after receiving a cryptic message or some kind of intuitive guidance. In this case it was a message hidden in a comment on a youtube channel. I immediately knew what I had to do and where to find my subject, although this would require another time displacement. But I was used to time travel and I had the time to replenish my energy, anyway, after so many months without inter-dimensional movements. So, no problems.
The morning just after another month of lockdown was announced, way before sunrise. Away from my subjects and without assignments, I was looking at older photographic investigations that I thought not successful. Suddenly, I found myself struggling to comprehend the expression “not successful”. Maybe they were investigations that I felt uncomfortable with, that I thought that they would not be well received -”by whom?'“, I asked myself. Or photographic investigations that I simply didn’t like or that possibly generated an unease, a discomfort in me. Just like I sometimes feel when I am confronting myself, at times of peace and silence such as these. When I am seeing my human condition. The human condition. Photographic investigations are really parts of the photographic investigator’s self, of her condition. Usually she is running away from some part of them, she is keeping them unpublished, she resents them, she puts them in the recycling bin. But the recycling bin recycles, it does not release or dissolve. This beautiful, peaceful morning, before sunlight made this bright star in the east disappear, I just looked at them and accepted them for what they were: a part of the human condition. Just that. And I realised that acceptance was working much better than struggle. And then I saw something vibrant, silent, beautiful and perfect. As is the canvas in which all photographic investigations are taking place.
An older, unpublished photographic investigation that became contemporary -in a way that only I know- under the light of Lester Levenson’s words: “We should have no wants. Then we are never in trouble.”
I was investigating a classic type of entanglement: things that were happening in February suddenly appeared to be announced in a poster of last year’s October. My subjects thought that it was a mistake because they thought that nothing moves faster than the speed of light. Although quantum physics is an essential part of a photographic investigator’s life (especially an inter-dimensional one), it’s knowledge is not mandatory requirement in being qualified as a potential subject. Thank God.
A photographic investigator knows -after having watched numerous subjects- that Florence Scovel Shinn has been right all along: There is an immediate supply for every demand if you show active faith. That means, being sure that everything you desire or require is already on your pathway and giving thanks for this endless supply that is at your disposal at any time. Acting on faith, if a subjects needs money, she buys a bigger wallet, if she wants an adventurous travel she buys an amazing suitcase, if she wants success, she assumes the quality of a successful person. “I see clearly my inexhaustible supply” is her mantra.
While the original Bermuda triangle was an almost forgotten memory due to the fact that the phenomena that were widely experienced in this part of the Atlantic had come to an abrupt end thanks to the removal from the seabed of the Atlantean crystal that was causing them, many smaller ones were formed almost simultaneously. They started to move freely, bending space and time, serving only as clues or landmarks for photographic investigators. Some of us have quantum triangle detectors that can localise them in case that they are connected with some important photographic investigation, like this one.
A photographic investigation that took place in a distant dimension, in the year 2020, the Year of The Mask according to the Lifestyle Horoscope, which, apparently, plays an important role in the way people of this dimension choose their accessories.
This photographic investigation would be better described as another unsuccessful attempt to prove that a weekend can actually be lost… Because nothing real can be lost and nothing unreal exists. Real or unreal, this I leave up to you…
The soundtrack of this photographic investigation was F.R. David’s (you know, the guy who wrote “Words” -don’t come easy-) “Pick up the phone”. Avalanches of 80’s sound memories rushed in, leaving no room for anything else.
Far far away is an invention of the mind. Because, in reality there is no “there”, there is only “here”. Likewise, there no “then”, there is only “now”.
