Heart of Darkness

Recognition and awareness only arise beneath the light, but where can the lifeless beam of light illuminate this vast expanse? Artificial light shines only on surfaces where a human foot can firmly stand. The fishermen cast their nets into the deep, unknown darkness that, it seems, this time intends to show a gentler face; the bounty at the bottom of the boat testifies to this. The surreal streaks in the photograph suggest that the photographer is familiar with the myth of the sea’s wrath — a wind that hunts the fisherman like prey and mounts him as its steed. The wind is readily willing to claim a victim to materialize itself. The prey is aware of all these dangers; yet, with full force, he pulls the net under the intense floodlight and the humidity of the air. His survival depends on it; on that ancestral craft that forbids fear of the unknown nature from stopping him. Like Peter, enveloped in a halo of light and calm, steady as a rock, he is devoted to his mission — his back turned to the photographer and the camera that is documenting a testament to him and his calling.