I feel like a stranger to my project. It doesn't look the way I expected it look like. Which might be a good thing. I guess if one is trying to abstract him or herself from the project it would definitely look nothing like expected.
The photographic paradox. What does the photograph transmit? the scene, the literal reality. What is the nature of the relationship between reality/the object and its image? from object to image there is reduction but not transformation From The Photographic Message by Roland Barthes
No necessity to set up a code between object and image. The image is a perfect analogon. The photographic message is a message without a code, is a continuous message. From The Photographic Message by Roland Barthes
They are facts And the analog becomes an object by itself
Reversing the process future to past. Or past to future. Do these analogs live in the present? They live in my present!
Vintage images are on sale. - Show me! - I have a whole album of images of children in the scouts. And images of people’s weddings or birthdays. Whatever you want I can get. - What a strange thing to… to buy someone else’s memories.
We make sense of visual phenomena in a number of ways, resemblance, cause and effects, convention, signification From Signs Symbols Semiotics
One that doesn't hide behind what he or she intended the work to become but instead lets the piece be what it wants to be.
Maps! My thought turned into maps or questions with no particular answers.
When these analogs become an object, a commodity of a value and a currency with an exchange rate. One analog is equal 1000 LBP while ten analogs are equal 8000 LBP.
They were once owned by someone. They belonged to people! And now they are owned by me! I went to the market and bought some Second-hand memories!
The independent analog. It stands alone, texture curves, color coat or even kind of photo paper. It forms its own black and white scale.
Evoked memories, stories, and events. My stories? Was a wander? Or a family man? Or a local photo studio? Or am I a ghost?
The analogs were my windows. From these windows, I saw worlds and to these, I wrote stories.
