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Blind Man’s Bluff<br />

12<br />

evgen bavcar pAris<br />

Evgen Bavcar was born in a small Slovenian<br />

town near Trieste in 1946. Childhood<br />

accidents claimed both eyes before he was<br />

twelve. He completed bachelor degrees in<br />

philosophy and history from the University<br />

<strong>of</strong> Ljubljana. He began making photographs<br />

as a student. At 26, Bavcar moved to Paris,<br />

intensified his photography, and completed<br />

a masters and doctorate in the philosophy <strong>of</strong><br />

aesthetics at the Sorbonne. By 1988, he was<br />

named <strong>of</strong>ficial photographer <strong>of</strong> the City <strong>of</strong><br />

Light’s <strong>Photography</strong> Month. He continues<br />

to live in Paris and has had more than one<br />

hundred exhibitions across Europe, but is<br />

little known in the United States.<br />

Bavcar has written eloquently for decades<br />

on his experience with blindness and<br />

photography. It is appropriate to let him<br />

speak for himself. The following quotations<br />

are drawn from<br />

various writings<br />

and interviews.<br />

“I was a terrible<br />

child, who the<br />

teachers could<br />

hardly teach. I<br />

especially liked<br />

technology and<br />

reading. One<br />

day a branch<br />

damaged my left eye, and I was unable to<br />

predict the great calamity that had been<br />

forewarned. For months, I observed the<br />

world with just one eye, until one day a<br />

mine detonator damaged my right eye as<br />

well. I didn’t become blind immediately but<br />

little by little, it went on for months, as if it<br />

were a long farewell to light. So all the time<br />

I had to quickly capture the most beautiful<br />

things, images <strong>of</strong> books, colors and celestial<br />

phenomena, and to take them with me on a<br />

voyage <strong>of</strong> no return.”<br />

“The pleasure I felt [when I took my first<br />

photograph] resulted from my having stolen<br />

and captured on film something that did not<br />

belong to me. It was the secret discovery <strong>of</strong><br />

being able to possess something I could not<br />

look at.”<br />

“What I mean by the desire for images is<br />

that when we imagine things, we exist. I<br />

can’t belong to this world if I can’t imagine<br />

it in my own way. When a blind person says<br />

‘I imagine’, it means he too has an inner<br />

representation <strong>of</strong> external realities.”<br />

“My task is the reunion <strong>of</strong> the visible and<br />

the invisible worlds.”<br />

“I have a private gallery, but, unfortunately,<br />

I am the only one who can visit it. Others<br />

can enter it by means <strong>of</strong> my photographs.<br />

But they aren’t the originals any more. Just<br />

reproductions.”<br />

“The smooth surface <strong>of</strong> the images taken by<br />

the camera do not look at me, I only have the<br />

physical pro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> landscapes and people that<br />

I have seen or met. That is to say, my gaze<br />

exists only through the simulacrum <strong>of</strong> the<br />

photo that has been seen by someone else.”<br />

“I feel very close to those who don’t<br />

consider photography as a ‘slice’ <strong>of</strong> reality,<br />

but rather as a conceptual structure, a<br />

synthetic form <strong>of</strong> pictorial language, even<br />

a Suprematist image like Malevich’s black<br />

square. The direction I have taken is closer<br />

to a photographer like Man Ray, than to<br />

forms like reportage, which is like shooting<br />

an arrow towards a fixed moment.”<br />

“[In my photographs] people appear<br />

very different before the lens and before<br />

themselves. They are different when faced<br />

with an unknown or infinite darkness.<br />

The absence <strong>of</strong> the photographer’s eye is<br />

accentuated by the precarious irreversible<br />

moment <strong>of</strong> taking a photo; that photo which<br />

by coming from a hidden gaze is transformed<br />

into a kind <strong>of</strong> double death.”<br />

“Blindness isn’t just the blind person’s<br />

problem— it’s also the sighted person’s,<br />

if not more so.”<br />

“Traditional photographers are the ones<br />

who are really a little bit blind from being<br />

constantly bombarded with images. I<br />

sometimes ask them what they see, but it’s<br />

hard for them to tell me. It’s very difficult<br />

for them to find genuine images, beyond<br />

clichés. It’s the world that’s blind: there<br />

are too many images, a kind <strong>of</strong> pollution.<br />

Nobody can see anything. You have to cut<br />

through them to discover true images.”<br />

“My images are fragile; I’ve never seen<br />

them, but I know they exist, and some <strong>of</strong><br />

them have touched me deeply.”

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