There’s a short tale by Italo Calvino that goes (pretty much) like this:
“Once upon a time a man was crossing a road and all of the sudden he started to see things as they really are.”
These words always come to my mind every time I use my beloved pinhole.
The pinhole sees slower. It drags things throughout time and space and, to me, that’s where the magic is.
What if things really leave a trace?
What if things are not isolated snaps but a whole fuid action and we can only see a fraction of it at a time?
What if I add more tobacco to the mixture?!
Here are some images from the Zero Image 2000.
Zero Image 2000