Pictures @ an exhibition

These two pieces are presently on show at the Art Gallery of Grenfell Campus, Memorial University of Newfoundland.

I think they are about space and experience. A view of Dublin on my first voyage there in October 02010. It is always a question of separating ones own experience form the knowledge acquired from books, maps and Google.

An spéir ar Bhaile Átha Cliath (02010-10)
Subtitle: 173rd Cantos for Gilles Deleuze
Medium: Inkjet on Tyvek  :: 120cm X 120cm :: Ed. 1/5

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Dublin Marathon (02010-10-25)
Medium: Inkjet on Tyvek :: 120cm X 120cm :: Ed. 1/5

Low level fly-by

As we shuffle through the langscape, a landguage ensues. Keeping eyes on the ground, careful not to stumble on unforeseen events, a pattern emerges. It is really all about seeing those patterns, some call it conspiracy paranoia, others see it as simply paying attention. Il faut bien faire attention aux fentes dans le parcours tout en gardant les yeux bien fixés sur le but du voyage. C'est bien ici la particularité d'une mouvance, continue, lente, en perpétuité.

The River

Water,

Textures,

A walk.

Parapathetic Supplies

Once on the red planet it will be necessary to carry things from home. Only the landguage of Earth will comfort and heal the lacerating effects of deep space travel. How far can one travel away from home before completing a full circle. There is something about infinity in this.

Between the Betweens

Sometimes, just sometimes, the photographers work is to see the gaps and absences rather than the stuff cluttering the langscape. The sticky feeling of nothing.

Mouvances

Since moving to Newfoundland and Labrador, the idea of slow travel has been buzzing around my head like the floor plan of some great novel. Usually opting for the more "agonizing" of modes like the bus and the ferry to move across larger distances, it is often striking how much time is given to reflection. One is not constantly bustled about from one checkpoint to the next, from the security clearance to the gate and so on.

There are beautiful passages on speed and movement in Alessandro Baricco's, "Cette Histoire-Là". But a few passages form a recent read are creeping into the thinking pattern. More about destinations that speed, but at the same time needing a certain lingering of motion to process.

"S'il s'en va, au demeurant, ce n'est nullement qu'il n'a pas été séduit par ce qu'il quitte; au contraire, c'est qu'il a tant aimé ce qu'il ient de connaître qu'il aspire à des contrées qui soient cela avec encore plus de rigueur, plus de consistance, plus de force: des contrées dont le pays des lacs ne serait en somme qu'un avant-goût édulcoré, une île ou un massif annonciateurs, un missus dominicus, un modèle réduit. Il aspire è l'original." R. Camus, Loin, p.289