Rhythms, patterns and coded meaning.
“one, seven, three, five” is an ongoing project, revisiting negatives from the many analog projects I have been part of.
In the digitizing-process I actively remove any information I find on the archived negative-sleeves.
About who.., when.., or where the imagery stem from. This allows for new ways to re-enter the stories, re-living the sentiments.
Like fragments of a whole, a life maybe, the many formats of negatives no longer appear to be individual or separate instances.
Samples of time and place, yet belonging only to themselves.
Estranged from their inherent narrative, they become the alphabet, or grammar, in new photographic composites or remixes.
Frozen moments ..for a while. Until, ..in another intuition, they 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 copied off the net. I now can’t find her name, I’m afraid)