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The Inventor of Unnatural Dimensions
Darker, ever more darker... While a sense of clarity might well favor a poetics of daylight, of the dark showing itself in broad daylight, further inclinations may also be of deliberate concern, by a darkening of the day, and noon showing itself at midnight as a phantom object. The shadow of an illusion. There is no darkness lonelier than an invented one. Narcissus sees only himself, not the others that haunt him, and it is this reflection of himself that sets itself on fire and burns black in the middle of the day. Some might even fancy an eroticism of clarity and finding the words for it unsettling...
2009. 32" x 38" Edition of 3. Pigment Print on Illford Baryta Gold Fiber Paper