Rachel Fein

And that’s the unfortunate thing about desire. It’s busy and painful and all about wanting but absolutely never about getting. When I see a photograph I want, I take it. But just because I take it, does not mean in the end that I have it. Photography is like Lust. There is no explanation for that feeling of desire the moment you meet that person you want. There is not even a definition of what is desired, because it can never be satiated. The very nature of desire is to continue wanting, hopefully forever.

To be with someone you really need, that desire must never die, you must always be wanting. Each image that I keep is out of Lust. Lust being a deep, frustrating desire that can never be sustained. I photograph out of frustration, I love each and every image, each and every moment. I want it over and over, as if it were a Lover. The movement of time renders every moment mortal, with an end, I had it once, but it no longer exists. Image-making is a means for me to reach a level of intimacy with the visual world.

I am still head over heels with aesthetics. I use the camera to get closer and closer to the visual world that I crave.