Monday, December 12, 2011
Spoons
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Proud Decay
Over the last year, I have tapped into a very textural vein in my work. Obsession with layering and combining these textures has led me to taking targeted images. As I began building an archive of these degraded, rough, tactile photographs, I started thinking about what texture means to me. I realized that the aspect of texture that I enjoy so much is the way an object’s surface displays the passing of time. A building can show how it has survived hardships through its’ marred exterior just as a scar or mark on the human body can. The hand of the world presses into everything, leaving its impression on surfaces and objects as they interact with the sands of the hourglass.
Particularly in my new town, Elmira, the passing of time in the textures and landscapes of buildings and objects can be plainly read. I don’t know anything about the history of this place, I have only interacted with its houses, its streets, and its people, crafting my own ideas of its past as I wander the once-proud streets. Sprawling townhouses with decorative gingerbread accents slowly melt into the ground, paint chips flaking like old scales from the carefully constructed facades.
Every time I mention to a long term resident of
Elmira, NY