I've been thinking about spring, about rebirth, about what it means to be resurrected, about camera as devotional object...and of course, images.
The puncturing required of pinhole lenses feels bodily to me. Here, the light enters through the wounds of the crucifixion. Stigmata acting as entry point for the world.
I carved everything by hand, in the silence of prayer, in adherence to the rules of the holy iconographer.
I made some documentation before installing the pinhole lenses...stay tuned for the analog prints that this camera will make!
