PRESENCE
The more we study the nature of time, the more we shall comprehend that duration means invention, the creation of forms, the continual elaboration of the absolutely new.
Henri Bergson, L’Evolution Créatrice
I was looking at a photograph of a familiar friend standing in an ordinary room, paused for the shutter-click between the moment just before and those that followed and because they were familiar I knew those moments too, as shadows just on the edge.
I took the image in my mind’s eye and shook it like a snow-dome and the shadows moved. I could see round the edges, the surface trembled, became permeable…
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Images drawn from a ring-binder found in a box in the studio in which a sheaf of contact prints and a handful of photo-booth pictures had been left forgotten for forty years.
The image is inhabited.
Reliving.
Attempts at re-animating images from twenty years ago by entering the space between the skin of the person in the image and the thin, tight skin of its surface.
Only when I threw sand at that meniscus, fiddled with the resolution, scratched it with a blade, did it begin to move, but the more damage I did the less remained.