motus corporis
pigment on rag
13 x 19 in - edition of 5
24 x 36 in - edition of 3
44 x 62 in - edition of 1
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pigment on rag
13 x 19 in - edition of 5
24 x 36 in - edition of 3
44 x 62 in - edition of 1
(scroll left to view images)
metaphora #1, 2019
metaphora #2, 2019
domus #1, 2019
domus #2, 2019
domus #3, 2019
domus #4, 2019
lapsus #1, 2019
lapsus #2, 2019
sagum (diptych), 2019
cicatrix, 2019
balneum (tetraptych), 2019
somnum #1, 2019
somnum #2, 2019
somnum #3, 2019
relinquo, 2019
aetas, 2019
insum (tetraptych), 2019
ianua, 2019
nubibus #1, 2020
nubibus #2, 2020
nubibus #3, 2020
petra #1, 2020
petra #2, 2020
Memory is a tricky thing. Every time we bring memories back, they seem to slightly change. Somehow, with every revival, they seem to lose their fluff and filter down to their essence. At the same time, the longer we don't think about them, the more they fade away. There seems to be a balance where reliving a memory too much leads to its fading away at the same rate as not thinking about it at all. It almost feels that at times we should keep the memory alive by not thinking about it. There seems to be a place where a memory should be kept, not too far in the deepness, not too close to the surface.
I am exposing old negatives from past to see if the light changes anything. I am bringing these bare body movements (motus corporis) from the shadows, to see if they dissolve their fluff, reach their essence, and then faint into the familiar. The alternative is to not think about them at all.