Shaken by a distant memory filled with longing.
On the second night of the strike,
Owen broke his mother’s favorite glass animal figurine.
It is true, and this letter was trying to tell him something, but the force of the blow, coming as it did during a moment of great ego satisfaction, seemed to affect her ability to follow rational linear narrative forms. And this is why War and Peace was very slow to read indeed.
Connot seem to call it taking photographs any more. There is most certainly a shift in the conceptual approach to taking pictures… pitchers… snaps. I keep coming back to articulating this shift by thinking about the decision making process.
There has to be a difference in how we perceive, consume and create images when decisions about technique, composition, framing can be delayed until the image has been seen, and selected or not in comparison to instantly fixing and editing.
With film, one has to make decisions long before ever being able to see the result; good or bad. And once the film has been processed, it becomes a question of various compromises between technique, vision and desired result. They all influence each other and they all affect/effect the work. I am really curious about what happens to the image when this level of distance is no longer there. I can see it in my own work over the past few years; it seems I am less and less concerned about the object in its physical [im]perfection or at least it’s preciousness because I continue to get great satisfaction from making stuff and adding to the great stuff pile in the Great Concavity.