For many years, while my friends were playing out in the streets, I spent my time in the public library near my house. For reasons known only by my heart, I felt comfortable and safe, as if I belonged there. Perhaps it was the mystery and bewitching diversity that had seduced my soul. The ghosts of countless individuals, of distinct minds and varied thoughts, dwelt peacefully together under the same ceiling – in one world.
The long, winding corridors of endless books were fascinating worlds with new paths of infinite knowledge for me to discover. This labyrinth of passageways lined with crammed bookshelves seemed the perfect place in which to lose oneself. Conceived within the geometric spaces, the distinctive shapes, patterns, colors and perspectives beckoned my imagination.
Literary Ghosts is a photo essay depicting the elusive and poetic qualities of libraries. My hope is to provide an investigation into the beauty and magic of these timeless institutions. As the great American author Ray Bradbury once recalled: “my childhood would have been very different without the books in the public library near my home. I would have gotten through, but I would have been a whole lot lonelier.”