Roland Barthes recorded his journey through the life of his deceased mother through photographs of her. He distrusted its potential of capturing his beloved, that he wouldn’t be able to find her. Photographs turned his mother to something else, called History, to look upon, excluding him from her. He doubted his own memories too, realized that he only recognized her in fragments while longing for her whole being. Until he looked at the last photograph with his mother as a child that he rediscovered her unexpectedly. He found the same fragments, gentleness, his mother lent both to him and camera, that he finally discovered her as into herself.
Barthes questioned the truth of beings, captured in
photography and memory; the suppose of oneself.
He claimed that photography turned beings (that was captured) to objects to review.
He discussed the meaning of photography in relate to
recognition of the readers.
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