Rhythms, patterns and coded meaning.
“one, seven, three, five” is an ongoing project, revisiting negatives from analog projects I have been part of.
I actively remove any information of who, when or where on the archived negative sleeves.
It allows for many ways to re-enter the stories, re-living the sentiments.
Samples of time and place, yet belonging only to themselves.
Like fragments of a whole, a life maybe, the many formats, the shapes and sizes of analog negatives no longer appear to be individual or separate instances. Stripped from time and place, they become the alphabet, or grammar, in new photographic composites or remixes. Frozen moments ..for a while. Until the same, or other fragments from an image catch a new wave of inspiration.
In this practice there is no permanence. Never ending change. The possibility for any given moment to retell itself.
One, seven, three, five
The truth you search for cannot be grasped.
As night advances, a bright moon
illuminates the whole ocean
The dragon jewels are found in every wave.
Looking for the moon, it is here,
in this wave, in the next. Hs’ueh-tou (980-1052)
One, seven,three,five is supposed to suggest life’s unpredictability. Anything can happen. Life does not follow a set pattern. If we wonder where truth is hidden or whether we can find worthwhile work, we will restlessly look beyond ourself. But just as the moonlight glitters on the crest of every wave, every thing and every person is important and has his or her own splendor. Not a single thing is insignificant. An interpretation of Hs’ueh-tou’s poem by a female European zen-monk. I now can’t find her name, I’m afraid.
Shadowboxing ..in no mans land
Keeping noone afloat
Understanding their immediate needs
Typologists ..at their worst
The argument must be different
A double of everything
Nothing disturbs this hurt
A succession of states
A multiplicity of selves