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the filing cabinet.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. All photographs posted are mine unless otherwise specified by source or creator. Thanks for not stealing. Contact me at slewfox@gmail.com. Instagram: slewfox
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- dandelions.
- perceiving me.
- printing with ink.
- window.
- narkiewicz-jodko.
- walnut frame.
- moon.
- thesis talk.
- instax.
- broken bells.
- shimon.
- samaras.
- zoe.
- rather lovely thing.
- grey room.
- finger prints.
- three frames.
- light.
- funki porcini.
- constructed negatives.
- home.
- redemptionist cont.
- cinque terre.
- sculpture.
- fazal.
- silver mt. zion.
- schiele reading.
- freedman.
- sally.
- egon.
- redemptionist.
- transparencies.
- alter egos.
- morell.
- walter benjamin.
- sigmar.
- research, research, research.
- all things considered...
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Jesus Titty-F**king-Christ...i go away for 4 days to Auckland and your Blog grows a pair and sprouts wings!!! Well played S. Lewis, well played Indeed. I love the shots of this installation and the associated prints in the post under it. There is something so beautifully fragmentary about the prints, and the installation as well. I dunno if i ever told you the story about how Pat took me around the Dept o the first Friday i was in KCAI and specifically showed me that install and was like "this is amazing" but anyway i just got totally lost in it. the possibilities of it were so endless and mindboggling and i keep coming back to the word "fragmentary" there was also this powerful feeling as you stood in the installation, you felt like an outsider, someone intruding on a space (crime-scene like, if you will??) that was/is private. There is something SOOOO personal about the fingerprint, it is such and indelible trace on the landscape around us, yet one that is normally so invisible. It was beautiful and a little disconcerting seeing the invisible made visible. I actually jumped when Pat started talking again cos for a split second i thought someone was busting me for being in there hahah!
ReplyDeleteYea ok so thats my just got off a plane rant.
haha i'm glad you approve.
ReplyDeleteand you never have told me that story. i wonder what pat honestly thinks about me quite a bit, i wish i could really hear what he has to say, sometime.
and that's exactly how i wanted you to feel. not necessarily a crime scene, but the feeling of someone having just been there. or perhaps having to go to your grandparents house after they've passed away and go through their things. what a strange practice, you know? and what a strange feeling that must be. but i'm really glad you dug it. i've been think about making another installation similar to it and spending a lot more time with it, working out kinks.