I wonder about the disconnect between my life as I experience it and my life as I imagine it. I wonder about the difference between our world in actuality and our world as we imagine it together (possibility). I wonder about the power of all images accumulated throughout history to infect the meaning of one’s life. I use my life as an example through which to understand and come to peace with this unredeemable system – a turbulent sea of images constantly (and arbitrarily) regulating how we build our conceptions of the world through our imaginings.
Always images have surrounded us and now more than ever we are constantly bombarded. Sucked into their imaginings, we identify however consciously with the claims images make about their subjects. Claims may be neutral like simply a claim to be visible. Claims may be not neutral (motivated) and hide specific, disguised purposes – from solidifying state power to swaying my mother’s buying habits. Claims may be reused and refined, restricting imaginings more closely to specific interpretations. I am exploring the mess of this system to expose its machinations, reveal the hidden power of claims, and restore potential to common 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 claims 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 try to recognize their power to amplify, filter, and suppress how I imagine the world.
I mash together disparate but amicably associated images to catch the texture of an anonymous yet entirely particular perception (something familiar that feels strange and romantic, a reflection). Talking with a familiar logic bent-out-of-shape can reveal what was shortsighted and remains permanently incomplete. I have no contempt for previous images: I just want to calm the noise and step back to appreciate how thousands of years of built up claims have scrambled my imagination. Among my images I come to recognize and value the disconnect between the actual world built up of competing claims and the fresh, possible world of my imagination, easing the anxiety of trying to know things as I imagine them.
By losing myself to the mismatched tides and aimless currents of claims in 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. Reflecting among my frames I begin to sense the through-lines or lineages of knowledge / feeling inspired by images and recognize how strange and subjective they are. In those moments I feel freed from the progressively articulated whispers. I hope to express a sarcastic mismanagement of this system (conceiving of the world in tandem with tainted imaginings) with images that detect as much as they depict. My focus remains on complicating and escaping precedent to open room, to find a stress-free point of view.