Cross posted from Body Impolitic
I talked about the idea that one of the things the photos might be about is memory, when I last posted about them. I'm realizing that it's true. Their size and imagery is strongly reminiscent of the way my visual memory flashes intense internal images. And I just realized something that probably should have been obvious to me. ( The obvious in my work often blindsides me.) All of the images are from places that I live or go, that central in my life. I haven't been going out looking for photos. I've been seeing them in my normal moving through the world. This strongly suggests some visual narrative ideas to me but I'm going to ignore them wait and see what evolves.
“ … We are born with our sensibilities; perhaps we are conceived that way. Part of our difficulty in trusting ourselves is that in talking of memory we are inclined to use geological metaphors. We talk about buried parts of our past and assume the most distant in time are the hardest to reach: that one has to prospect for them with the help of a hypnotist or psychotherapist. I don’t think memory is like that: rather that it is like Saint Augustine’s “spreading limitless room.” Or a great plain, a steppe, where the memories are laid side by side, at the same depth, like seeds under the soil.”
Writing about the work here has definitely been good for me. It gives a context to think in that seems to accelerate my perceptions about it.