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Dear Lydia,
What does it mean to exhibit images that were never meant to be seen? Filed away in boxes, gathering dust—in occultation.
Pressed between two pieces of glass, they are the opposite of entombed. (The words museum and mausoleum are forever twinned, says Douglas Crimp.) They are porous, open, transparent. A picture of possibility. Is that fair to say?
These images: traces of places, textures and colors. The experience of looking at them is a little like groping for meaning the morning after a dream. Arranged in horizontal rows as contact sheets—negatives and positives both—they suggest a riddle and its clever retort. A riposte to the authority of the singular image; films rather than monumental moments. Taken together, they constitute a sort of map of your life. A map composed of traces. Of course, you being you, one has to move up close to make out the images. Like hieroglyphs to decipher, they are elliptical, occasionally inscrutable, perfumed by mystery.
Didn’t you once tell…
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Press Release
Dear Lydia,
What does it mean to exhibit images that were never meant to be seen? Filed away in boxes, gathering dust—in occultation.
Pressed between two pieces of glass, they are the opposite of entombed. (The words museum and mausoleum are forever twinned, says Douglas Crimp.) They are porous, open, transparent. A picture of possibility. Is that fair to say?
These images: traces of places, textures and colors. The experience of looking at them is a little like groping for meaning the morning after a dream. Arranged in horizontal rows as contact sheets—negatives and positives both—they suggest a riddle and its clever retort. A riposte to the authority of the singular image; films rather than monumental moments. Taken together, they constitute a sort of map of your life. A map composed of traces. Of course, you being you, one has to move up close to make out the images. Like hieroglyphs to decipher, they are elliptical, occasionally inscrutable, perfumed by mystery.
Didn’t you once tell…






























