The Slow Green

Marina Vidal does not chase pictures. She waits for them. For three years she has been walking the wet edges of northern Portugal with a battered medium-format camera and a bag of expired film, photographing the one colour most of us stopped seeing a long time ago.

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The green world does not perform. You either slow down to its speed, or you miss it entirely.

How did you start shooting green on purpose?

By accident, like everything honest. I was photographing my grandmother's garden on a roll of film I assumed was dead. When it came back, the greens were impossible — soft, wrong, alive. I have been trying to be wrong in that exact way ever since.

Why film, and why expired film especially?

Digital is too fast and too sure of itself. Expired film forgets things. It shifts the greens toward something remembered rather than recorded, and that gap between the two is the whole photograph for me.

What are you looking for when you walk?

Stillness, mostly. Marshes at first light, ferns before the wind finds them, water holding a reflection long enough to double the world. I am looking for the green to hum, and then I wait for the light to agree with it.

What's next?

A long series on the marshes before they're drained — the slow green, before it's gone. That's the placeholder ending. The real story goes here.