Dimitris Mantas
Born in March of 1976, a husband and father of two girls, I had been no more than an occasional consumer of art for most of my life.
In 2012, I discovered that photography is more than holiday snapshots and at that moment I swear I felt something move inside me. I consider myself a learner of the craft since then.
Sometimes I feel that a photographer is trapped inside my Engineer body, but for the moment I am afraid to let him out.
He is there. Does this mean he’s not absent? You expect him to be present. Everyone sees him, but it’s as if he wants to be invisible. Your words left unanswered, leaving you to wonder if he even heard you, although he seems to be right next to you. You’re struggling to find signs of his presence – something he did, somewhere he left his mark on – but you end up with nothing. You’re left with something that looks like empty bodies, as he doesn’t even come close to them to feel the life they have inside. He never made you feel so alone. Present, but absent. Minus One.
