Thursday 27 October 2011

Photographs of books, china and clothes

I'm writing this because I'm going to take a group of leisurely photographers on a gallery visit. To Photofusion, in Brixton. Those images on show are competent and amiable but irrelevant to the field of ideas. Like all amateurs they would talk about the thing; while, on the other hand, I tend to talk about the idea. But that is another discussion for another time.

Although both photographers, Joachim Froese and Andre Penteado, are in mourning for someone who has died, their work, Archive and Dad's Suicide, respectively, is about a part of the whole that stops from being a part to become a whole in itself. Being the need for re-territorializing of the whole, by the first, greater. In other words, the lost of someone or something tend to be an extremely painful experience that has to be compensated by another extreme experience - normally I look for a pleasurable one! - while we are in the process of deep sorrow for someone or their death. For instance, just loose a bit of your body and you understand what I mean! However, for when the body is not able to regenerate itself we have created a prosthesis, to substitute what nature can't revive.

Both photographer have created a visual prosthesis to help them overcome the period of mourning. Technically elaborated constructed images of books, china and clothes. Shoots that refer to the potentialities of the camera and the possibilities arousing from controlling light in a two dimensional framework. The photographs shown at the exhibition emerge from here. The process of shooting, documenting, creating an archive has helped the photographers in the process of grieving. Helping the photographers to resuscitate. A very selfish act! But that is human nature. The idea is good, but the thing is in a void. It is just that, nothing more! Nothing was hanging from the photographs. As a work expressing someone view on something there was nothing more for us, the other mortals living in a communal society sharing feelings and thoughts, to read or get drunk from.

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