Photography is often understood as a means of fixing reality, a try to capture the fleeting and imprison the world in images. Yet this work refuses the idea of holding onto it. It is not a document, but a disturbance, a conjuring, a ritual disintegration of form.

Inspired by Thee Psychic Bible by Genesis P-Orridge, the photographic process here becomes a conscious sabotage of vision. The camera is shaken, jolted, torn away, not to distort the image, but to free it. What remains is a trace, an echo, a shadow of the real. Bodies dissolve, light breaks in, matter evaporates.

This is the reversal of the classical photographic gesture: not the preservation of the moment, but its dissolution. An alchemical transformation of substance into ether, of body into apparition. And it is precisely in this conscious destruction that a higher aesthetics arises. By giving up control, a space is opened for the unexpected. A raw, immediate beauty that defies planning.

The images are not created through composition, but through collision. Not through precision, but through chance, which reveals itself as a deeper order. They are not representations of the world, but portals to something that escapes language. They are the unconscious of photography, its dream, its fever.

Reality is not a fixed entity, but a flowing, elusive stream. This work enters that stream and dissolves within it. It eludes the quick glance, refuses simple readability. Instead of clarity, uncertainty emerges; instead of form, movement; instead of documentation, a ritual of dissolution.

This is not an image. It is a disturbance. A conjuring. A shattering of reality.