A world of immaterial objects. I wander around urban spaces carrying my camera, waiting to encounter my objects. They are standing there flashily saturated underneath the mid-day sun, mute, unmanned, and inanimate .They pick me because I am very curious to see what their immaterial version would look like and because I am fascinated by the ontological, the artistic, and the semantic discourses surrounding their existence; Texture, shape, form, color, and symmetry on the outside, exchange value, utility, and functionality on the inside. With careful use of the camera’s frame, the vantage point and found and prosthetic color a lot of information is intentionally left out. Where is the location of these objects? What are they exactly? And what is their use? Could it be that they are just sensory versions of material things inhabiting a photorealistic never-ever-world? yiannis galanopoulos
