The true photographer must choose the path with his heart and travel along it tirelessly, contemplating as a whole person all that is alive.

Totally whole, unmindful of rules or formulas, no need to look brilliant or original. Only thus, authentic and free, can he capture the creative spirit and create beautiful things.

He who plunges into the journey of seeing must always keep the doors of perception open.

In the face of the eternal, he must forget himself. Creation is what matters: a fundamental gesture, a path of knowledge, a powerful weapon to discover the world.

The ever-renewed practice of contemplation humanizes vision, annuls truths, allows for inventiveness.

The reward is the mystical experience of encountering beauty.

The photographer feels, in this fleeting moment, a rare and undefined pleasure.

In this respectful relationship with himself, he creates something original and meaningful, with spontaneity and fluency. The observer fuses with the thing observed, emptiness sets in. What was contained pulsates once again, what was once presentiment is now accomplishment.

The purity of his dialogue tells him that, in truth, no matter how many photos he takes, no matter how much dust he removes from his eyes, he will continue to walk alone with his camera.

But he also knows that he is learning another, far greater art: the art of not being anything, of not being more than nothing, of dissolving himself into the void between heaven and earth.

But he also knows that he is learning another, far greater art: the art of not being anything, of not being more than nothing, of dissolving himself into the void between heaven and earth.

Araquém Alcântara