these are (darkroom) prints in association with my next installation, but apart from it.
where is my presence in the clean, pristine photographs i've been taught to make? do i not touch my supplies? do all traces get washed away in some bath before i have to handle them with cotton gloves? and are these prints not three dimensional objects, not simply windows to another time and place? i wanted to see my images without the images, see my hands, how i touch them, where i am and that they are objects right in front of me.