Monday, 13 June 2011
Work from Schwarzes Licht (Black Light).
“On the white walls are hung at first sight only visible large white sheets of paper, replace the ceiling black light tubes, the conventional fluorescent lights. While the bright sunlight mixed with the artificial, is of the screen printing is barely visible. Only at dusk, when the artificial light shining from above, dominates the subjects enter into Erscheinung.Giftige nightshade family, which have been used since the Middle Ages to the relief of nightmares are faced with images of drug addicts. During the course of a day, the slow appearance and disappearance of the image and the resolution of the body is visible. The idea of an inversion of dark to light rays in the black light, leads to a confrontation between life and death, between beauty and disease. A duality that causes the sense of the sublime, fascination and horror at the same time. As a link of the work is the motive of the box choice of Sigmund Freud. It deals with the myth of the three options, which shows the example of the choice between three women, that this is about the confrontation with death. Since the choice falls on the third party fails to do so after Freud, the interpretation that it is the three women to the Fates, which will be the inevitable self-selected third parties. The name of the so-called irreparable Atropos leads directly back to Atropa – belladonna. A highly poisonous nightshade family which can lead to shortness of breath and eventually death. Each print shows in its place only an existential absence. what you look at the film, is never there. Each photo thus presupposes that there is a sign and there is a speaker, both clearly separated from one another. You can even take the view that the effectiveness of photography, especially in the movement is leading from this to that here there. These transitions, these shifts, these oscillations do literally and in a thousand ways the game of the observing gaze at the photographs. The image is latent, and we are compelled to wait and all of our impatience is powerless against this fatality.” - Nicole Hametner via Google Translate
via Mrs. Dean