Usually, photography is about mapping three dimensional space into two dimensions. The forth dimension tends to be disregarded, reduced to that infinitesimal slice of the "decisive moment" the art of the photographer seems to be all about. This time I tried to map the dimensions a little differently, arranging for an almost two-dimensional tableau to map itself by the quantisation of shutter time. What used to be a seemingly disorganized mass of individuals now becomes a well defined choreography of goals and intentions.
How beautifully the peculiar mechanics of human kinematics convolve limbs and bodies to an abstract display of footwear and swirling garmets. Will the lady with flowers find what she's been waiting for materializing from the flow of different froms and tos?