Flipping through the images in this book we become lost in an indistinct stream of fleeting moments that pass between the real and they fictitious, from real life to its media representation.
On each page of this book, Brugia has arranged the images in an almost a-tonal chromatic composition that suggests a mood, an a motive atmosphere: intimate, nocturnal, hidden and lost.
We are surrounded by images: ugly, beautiful, communicative, vulgar, personal and amateurish. An immense production of images which are also easily manipulated by computer. Immediacy is now understood as the absence of a form of mediation that we are almost obliged to accept.
What does it mean today when I tell people that I work with “images”? If I look at the enormous quantity of frames that I have accumulated in recent years, I have the impression that “my” image seem to have lost their autonomous value of expression; in the best examples, they represent my personal view of things, my attempt to create order in the world.
Many of the images are low-quality, taken with a telephone, or stills from a webcam… Images that could have been taken by anyone and yet, when placed together, they acquire a new meaning, like evidence in an investigation that slowly forms the outline of a possible future.
