Tcharlatan

Kyo’s words are black and white photographs of his world. They’re clear – perfectly, sometimes horribly clear – and every important detail is captured in deadly sharp focus. Proportions and lighting are carefully, deliberately skewed with a mad genius’s eye for drama while never quite diminishing the striking reality of the image. But while the line between honesty and openness can be quite fine, he has spent his life very much on one side of it. His secrets, his intentions, his past and his passion and his prophecies all remain obscured in the monochromatic tones of the photos, leaving the truth of the color op