All images © Manuel Vason and Chelsey Browne

I enter a box with a hole, I extend my arm and a photo camera grips on my hand.

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I'm separated from the world by a filter of superiority, an illusion of control and lack of touch.

 

While I'm more and more blindfolded, I archive every shots, every insignificant click, every automated impulse. I'm trying to expand knowledge but I'm ending up more and more lonely.

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I'm feeling the weight of the camera, my arm is shaking and my voice trembling

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I'm occupied extracting data and I'm circumscribed by infinite formulas and numbers... too many for me... thanks God there are machines...

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The PhotoPerformer, 2021