I am well aware that I didn’t photograph angels.
But why does Man does everything he does, good and evil? What does he seek? Is it the fear of emptiness that motivates him so much? Man is a tiny, courageous being who every morning arms himself with imaginary wings to face the harshness of the present. He learns to be good, he adapts to cultures, to beliefs, that are instilled in him, that are taught to him.
Man surpasses himself, he writes books of philosophy, he seeks meanings in life, he invents, he rises to another planet… Is Man an ordinary animal?
Gérard Rancinan
