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Some interventions on the exhibition "A Look found" parallel convergences

When I lent my camera

Louis Bua

was 1973, for two years the group of students of the Faculty of Political Science student at the psychiatric hospital as Rizzeddu research course in the sociology of Gianantonio Gilli. Much had changed since the early days. After a period in which students and assistants speak primarily with nurses and department heads (the doctors were almost unattainable), had created a climate of respect and trust, which allowed to meet more freely with patients who were reassured by this change. We were thus able to set up discussions as well as departmental meetings involving patients and staff with students and discussed the problems and "motivations" of certain rules, a certain organization of certain behaviors. Gradually, it opened up opportunities and doors open at the time when some departments were male: the patients were allowed to go out into the garden and fields that surround the eight buildings of the hospital.

At one point appeared in a new inpatient ward, a man young enough, French. After a few meetings, I told her hospitalization was to Mary Magdalene, had been ill and had made a forced hospitalization. His illness was a reason he said it was a photographer and his machines, Hasselblad, he had been stolen. But they were also influenced by past experiences that he did not explicitly put in the report but which hinted in a row: his experience as a photographer in Indochina during the war.

After a while, 'I had the idea to bring my camera to take pictures and to suggest: I do not know if I wanted to test his story, and confirm that the "crazy" could be reliable, or if I was expecting a glance from the inside. There was no objection from the staff of the department.

When he was taking pictures I thought it useful to ask for his help and asked that the press could come to my house where I had the usual equipment used by amateur in the darkened bathroom. That alone in developing the negatives showed his professional capacity, and subsequently passed to the press. Here a problem: cash-strapped young researcher bought photo paper in large sheets and then cut it, but without the cutter, a knife that I put into his hands: this was also a test?

His hands under the light of the enlarger was a spectacle, masking an incredible ability with the lights and I never got pictures developed and printed so well.

What became of him? I do not know. After a few months came to take a family from France, he wrote me from 'hospital where he was again become resident, and after I had no longer any point.

Now I regret not having had the maturity and sensitivity to seek to maintain an open channel of communication.