Isolating these moments in his memory and attempting to analyze them
much like a lens, he envisions a haiku stripped of rhetoric that
captures only what is in front of the camera. Yet, deprived of his
sight, the photographer now must reconstruct his experiences as a series
of affective snapshots, a diary of his emotions as they were frozen on
this or that day. The result, then, is not the description of a
remembered image, but of the emotional memory the image evokes. Joao
Almino here gives us a trenchant portrait of an artist trying to close
the gap between objective vision and sentimental memory, leafing through
a catalog of his accomplishments and failures in a violent, artificial,
universal city, and trying to reassemble the puzzle that was his life.