'motus corporis'


archival pigment on rag paper

13 x 19 in - edition of 5

24 x 36 in - edition of 3

44 x 62 in - edition of 1

metaphora (diptych), 2019

metaphora #1, 2019

metaphora #2, 2019

domus (tetraptych), 2019

domus #1, 2019

domus #2, 2019

domus #3, 2019

domus #4, 2019

insum (tetraptych), 2019

lapsus (diptych), 2019

lapsus #1, 2019

lapsus #2, 2019

sagum (diptych), 2019

 

cicatrix, 2019

balneum (tetraptych), 2019

balneum #3, 2019

somnum #1, 2019

somnum #2, 2019

somnum #3, 2019


relinquo, 2019

 

aetas, 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.

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