Ceiling as a Sky: On the Strange Meaning of Photographs
Visual Anthropology Diaries #4 What is a photograph? A representation? A trace? A code? A wound? A terrain of power relations? A relation? In 2022, I shot on film for the first time. My first roll was taken in Burgas, one of Bulgaria’s largest cities on the Black Sea coast, shaped by maritime labour, the surrounding lakes and the everyday choreography of its harbour. I photographed myself, fishermen, ships and people across streets, carrying the roll around with a mix of excitement and anxiety. With film, you don’t immediately see what you’ve done and there is this productive gap of uncertainty between the act when you capture the ‘moment’ and the result. When the scans finally arrived, I opened them the way you open a letter you have been waiting for, and slightly afraid of what will be inside. I moved through the frames quickly, with relief and disbelief that there was actually something there, and then I stopped. In one of the photographs, there we...