in red darkness
Darkroom work is the last step in the analogue photographic process. It is where the darkness on the negative is turned into light once more.
For me as a photographer, the darkroom offers the last chance to evaluate my work and make final creative decisions.
For me, personally, the darkroom is my silent refuge, were I plunge into the comforting red darkness and loose myself in thoughts.
The smell of the chemicals is a sensual experience. It triggers early childhood memories of my five-year-old self being together with its father in this special place, not yet fully grasping the concept of photography. It was not until much later, that my father would pass on the secrets of his craft to me.
One day, I decided to bring my Leica M4P with a Zeiss Distagon 35mm f/1.4 to a public darkroom, where I used to meet other artists, artisans and photographers. Loaded with Kodak TMAX400 pushed to ASA800, opening up the lens and setting the shutter speed to 1/30th, the dim light was suffice to capture the outlining of a place usually hidden in darkness and known only to few.
Unfortunately, I cannot share photographs of my darkroom, for as it is my contemplative chapel, far to intimate to reveal.