I've been photographing ants for a few days in the countryside, looking for long and wide lines of ants and trying how best I could photograph their bodies and trail. It was difficult not to pass over them with the car (!), it'd have meant a lot of confusion among them and have broken their continuum, I have to keep my wits about me because they easily cross dirt, dusty roads, so I decided to park my car and I walked and walked... it helped me to relax myself and enjoy the idea was reigning in my mind for developing this work. I really did enjoy!.
Dealing with others is difficult, so sooner or later I travel back to nature, perhaps looking for that "continuum" inside us which is being battered so often. Ants do not stop, they follow their journey or tasks. They do not desist, regardless everything and everyone, they know what should be done: fill their pantry :) In this image, ants are more alive than the woman. She's unfazed and seems forgotten or dead or is she just an image on the wall?, anyway, ants go on their way to the hole above, inside the wall.
For me, this work means a reflection on how much importance we may attach to our routines or even our existence. Are we aware about hypocrisy, banality, superficiality ...as time goes by, in this continuum... symbolized by ants? Everything flows without ceasing, nothing waits for us. What can be learned by looking at a long line of ants? ... certainly much.
- My question is: will ants stop what they're doing just for me? Will they cease to behave like ants, in deference to me?; Will I stop traveling dirt roads stepping on their lines with my wheels, and creating so much pain and disorder in their lines? Will we each play our roles or is there anything different we still don't know?.
The woman let ants roam her body, undeterred ... is she not the same inside?. Thanks!
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