It is raining incessantly in Switzerland. And it has been for days. The Aare, the river that runs through my city, will soon overflow. There’s not much you can do about it except retreat and get things done, plan new activities and so on. As the rain whips against the shutters of my studio, I discover on my hard drive the UV photos from during the pandemic. When it was at its worst.
At that time I actually wanted to start a new photo project with a focus on ultraviolet photography. Because I noticed a special property of signal panels: they don’t reflect ultraviolet light to a large extent. That means they turn black. And a world that signals everything and leads people to their (supposed) destinations becomes a world full of indeterminacy, in which everything is a matter of opinion.
