Transparent Mirrors “Instant photography, on spot, is nothing but an encounter with chance, yet an accident of chance.” - Francis Bacon
With chance playing a role as master and nobody successful at every shot, I attempt in my photography to anticipate the moment in order to reveal it. For me documenting the moment means the photograph is made in camera, with no manipulation — no Photoshop in post.... this becomes the starting point... Transparent Mirrors refers to images captured in a peripatetic state of movement, the results of layering in space superimposed against reality, with images reappearing and disappearing - leaving the viewer with the photograph, as visual testimony to the .... imaginary. Sort of Rorschach test?
Apart from the aesthetic nature of the work, the photographs welcome a pause, an interruption, within the “accident of chance”: before, during, after… the moment the photograph is taken can never be repeated. Particularly with the printed representation, an image made moment by moment with its earnest effort at transparency, the series of photographs remains faithful to reality and to the subjects in the photographs.
In a given moment revealing opacity in a photograph also denies that image of its existence in time. So in response my pursuit of transparency becomes both process and escape from the two-dimensional flatness of a photographic document, which has led me successfully to make images without constraints of time, space, and context — ultimately liberating myself and the privileged moments in the photos from the shackles of representation.
Today among my photographic practice and the resultant works, the printed photographs in the series Transparent Mirrors, has granted me freedom to transcend not only time and place but also in a larger context - the ability to leave the physical world behind. Rorschach ?
오랫만에 만난 지인이
완전 다른 에너지로 바뀌어있었다
정말 내가 알던 사람인가 질문할정도로 -
긍정의 힘이 넘쳐나 눈빛이 반짝였다
그 힘은 이 사람의 빈 공간을 채워주고
원래 가지고 있던 장점을 끌어내준
마치 첫사랑을 하는 이십대 처럼
들떠있는 모습이 감히 귀엽다고 표현하고 싶다
마냥 함께 행복하고 또 축하했다
그 기운에 나도 취해 둥둥 떠다녔다
그리고 이런저런 대화 중 툭 내 뱉은
나의 사진에 대한 지인의 개인적인 생각은
말로 표현하긴 내 마음이 벅차
두고두고 필요할때 꺼내 쓸 정도로
참 감사한 하루였다
“Film of Distortion”
There's a film keeping me from seeing the reality of this situation.
You say to look out and admire the nature outside of the window. You say it will lull my racing thoughts.
Instead, I see the footprints on crunched leaves and wonder who they belong to. What they were running from, what they were running to.
I see the bark of a tree and think about how many hands have leaned against it. What they were up to.
I see the off duty streetlights and wonder what things they have witnessed in the nighttime.
I see the park and think about how many children go back, realizing they're no longer children and reflecting on adventures from the past.
I see the convent and the church. And I remember these dreams, these memories. They're so fuzzy I get this anxious pacing in my bloodstream. But these faints recollections have some sort of importance of me. I don't know why. It's like a puzzle with missing pieces.
Then I get hit by all the puzzles in my brain. They strain me every day. My heart goes wild and I can't help it. I can't control the watery breathing in my chest, or this restlessness I get.
You tell me to look out the window and the opportunity it holds. To live in the moment and forget.
But look at what I just did instead.
I looked through a film of distortion.