To photograph is a process that can be termed magical. Viewing the world through a lens, is a photographer removed from the event that she captures, or does the camera become an extension of her identity - becoming the eye through which she experiences the world?
Does a camera grant the photographer control over the narratives of a happening? To influence - with angles, light, and colour - the story being told or to create a story where there is none?
By lifting an event off the ephemeral stream and holding it within the confines of two dimensions, does the photographer deprive the moment of its right to fade away in the depths of memory or, does she immortalise transience?