The Philosophotographer

Blurring the line between the sacred and the profane.

Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
Oh, in my house beside the abyss, give me
the tormenting structure of that silence,
pavilion of the sea, forgotten in the sand.

—Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

The uncanny is something hidden which ought to have remained missed but which is brought to light.

—Sigmund Freud, “The Uncanny”

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness

One gains something by becoming more experienced; for although one loses the sweet unrest of impatient longing, one gains a preparedness to make the moment really beautiful.

—Søren Kierkegaard, The Seducer’s Diary

Now it`s no longer the presence of God, but the absence of God, that reassures man. It`s very strange, but true.

—Fritz Lang