This is work I abandoned in 1986, a dismal MFA critique and a long road to wanting to find the energy source of this work. So now, I am coming back to it, I don’t think I got got to where I wanted to. A spiffy new camera makes it very easy to work in the dark with a flashlight and a 25 year old Metz flash.
Is it about anything? Good question…. The mechanical permutations of the body have always fascinated me. How can we shape-shift ourselves into another dimension of existence? Is this not where the collective consciousness becomes visible?
Swan is a reference to the long languorous journey that is “A la rechèrche du temps perdu”, still reading it… been reading it for almost 20 years, there are tedious moments.
