Incognito

Incognito began in a mysterious way, all of a sudden and out of the blue. Along the way it turned into a personal essay with a life of its own. It showed me how certain images create the feeling of a movie where the rhythm is elusive or totally absent. Frames slowing down, more and more, until perfectly frozen with less and less motion or evolution. Time standing still forever, places and moments where one can live for a while, to rest or to dream, at will. Fragments of split seconds, well hidden, silent, incognito…