“When we drift, we drift in short bursts tethered to the imagined shores of our domestic chains” When we drift, we drift in short bursts tethered to the imagined shores of our domestic chains. The waves reach knee-deep before the tide allows us frolic or adventure and ever-so-slowly, there is a pull, a resounding […]
“Our human power of observations rests between these worlds and it cannot acknowledge either of them fully by sight. We must remain content with our dull labor and horizons and accept that without the invention of superior optics, we are blind to these worlds” There is a world that exists in an unobservable form […]
“It has learned that outward and visceral signs of its existence only lead to its questioning of intent early on; its oft-espoused will thus deposed to the memory of collective trauma…” Ideology is not always easy to see. We read it through the symbolic order of insignia and perhaps we are able to cull […]
“Berlin is a peculiar and magnetic geography…There is no real heavy concentration of a “center” or “downtown” though there are clusters of busier topographies within the city. For this very reason, it is easy to pass through Berlin in a very solitary manner” Berlin is a peculiar and magnetic bit of geography. […]
“Everything seems somehow familiar and distant at the same time. It is as if time has wedged us between the fever dream of summer and the insoluble gaslighting conjured up from what was believed to be a significantly flawed, but tolerable near past” The way we live now. It all seems so easily […]
“And then we begin to dig and dig and dig” Duration is a difficult thing to avoid in photography. You can begin a project without fully realizing how grand its scope can become. You being thinking that you have managed to capture something on an outing only to be confronted with its incessant […]
“You know, the way that if you can stay curious about something, and keep attending to what it is in this moment of encountering it, there’s always more to discover” ZD: I wanted to kick this off with a fairly straightforward question, but it might turn out not to be one. […]
“The act of ritual implies transcendence through repetition” I am curious as to where the intersection of our digitally performed lives meet the physical form that we inhabit. I am also interested in how our physical selves occupy a space in a frame. I would go as far as to say that I […]
“The sky trembled and the ground cracked releasing a long and enduring hissing sound-a novella sprung from Aeolus’ purse” He and his men had turned to stone-a frozen grimace occupied the folds near the corner of his mouth, and their eyes glazed adrift upwards and fearful. Aside from the tales of witchcraft, […]
Do robots dream of Black Phillip? Do artists dream in data? Does a spectre haunt the algorithm? In a world in which we are reduced to bytes, blips, glitch and transmission, we begin to consider where the mapping of our reality in images begins. Our photographic lives are now dominated by the urgency […]
“We do not like to view images of elderly citizens from the vibrant position of youth or mid-life. There is is taciturn position in our collective youthful spirit that opts out of the discussion” Old age isn’t something you often see depicted purposefully in photography. It is marginalized age and the stories that do […]
“Her one arm is half-raised above the parapet of the water’s edge all soft and white-gone from the limb its rose pigment associated with the flourish of life” Her one arm is half-raised above the parapet of the water’s edge all soft and white-gone from the limb its rose pigment associated with the […]