“Just like the thunderbolt of first love or a first glance wipes away everything else and creates a kind of emptiness, I swear that at the precise moment of clicking the shutter, I have no forethought, no desire, no intention, no memory. The subject has taken hold of me: this is the impulse of acting without self interest. It happens in a moment. I am open, this opening lets in the fleeting moment when everything is bathed in the same light. This is how artists, painters, musicians, photographers - truly know themselves. Deep down they feel the same thrill as everyone else. The first glance is complete, in the light of the whole. I take portraits of light”
~ Edouard Boubat
(1923 - 1999)
Edouard experiencing the magic of the light in Tuscany. He is way from home working. Perhaps he is missing his family. He sees this primal gesture of a mother lifting her child in the joy of motherhood sharing her own special feeling with her child. A universal gesture preserved forever through the eye of a master.
