A Stress-Free Point of View (2020-ongoing) [statement at bottom; please allow a moment for loading]
I wonder about the ability of images to infect the meaning of one’s life.
Always images have surrounded us and now more than ever we are perpetually bombarded. Sucked into their imaginings, we identify however consciously with claims images whisper about their subjects. Claims may be reused and refined, restricting imaginings more closely to specific interpretations. I am exploring the mess of this system to center the hidden power of claims and restore potential to conventional lineages of images.
Do you also feel anxious reconciling your experience in the world with your imagining of the world? And doing so according to the mysterious speculation made by never-ending onslaughts of old, new, and recycled images? I find it relaxing to make my own images because, wandering through them, I can recognize their power to amplify, filter, and suppress how I imagine the world.
I hope to catch the texture of an anonymous yet entirely particular perception (something familiar that feels strange and romantic, a reflection). Talking with an established logic bent-out-of-shape can reveal welcoming cracks in what remains permanently incomplete.
By losing myself to the mismatched tides and aimless currents of all sorts of imagery made in all sorts of years I sometimes land upon soft, stable places where it all unravels and hidden lines are easy to trace. From each untangling I hope to collect enough balance to offer the beginnings of a stress-free point of view.