Meditation on the Studio Wall
During the 25 minutes that the camera exposed its film to a 16″ X 20″ section of the studio wall , I would sit, open my eyes and meditate on that section of the wall for the same length of time.
During the 25 minutes that the camera exposed its film to a 16″ X 20″ section of the studio wall , I would sit, open my eyes and meditate on that section of the wall for the same length of time.
I was reading W.G. Sebald’s, The Rings of Saturn, and came across a passage where he speaks of two Persian friars who had brought the first eggs of the silkworm from China.
Sunday, November 1. The Artist Studio: Disappearances and reappearances, is one of three ‘open studio’ events that Trudi Lynn Smith and I staged in order to invite dialogue around a project that we had been working on involving photography and the studio space at 562 Fisgard Street.
“We face the imperative to understand anew today what it might mean for photography to ‘move beyond representation’.” (Hito Steyerl from ‘Documentary Uncertainty’)
Part of my attraction to the work is that it could not survive, and now only exists in relatively few murky black and white photographs that I peer into in an attempt to reconstruct it in my mind.
Over the past week I encountered two works that caught my attention. One was during a critique session at UVic when Nic Vandergugten presented a video installation of Tree Climb the other was over a coffee with Trudi Lynn Smith as we talked about her ongoing project Trouble With Trematodes.
I consider Morandi in his bedroom, painting images of bottles in Bologna while fascists take hold of Italy and think about about the relevance and significance of my ‘practice’. Adopting…