photography / mixed media

mapping

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The jelly floats in and out of form. Nothing remains solid or permanent. Human history mapped in a series of pages, becoming a calendar or aerial view.  A map can be folded again and again. Once put in your pocket, feeling the stretch of our bodies moving through our lives. The folds become increasingly worn each time we open. Revisiting our past.    2000

(Each piece approx 8 1/2" x 12 1/2", toned silver gelatin prints w/ mixed media)

I am thinking of water, of the river as a sutra.
All rivers depict a story of the universe, both past and present. Rivers transcend the mundane and speak to matters of the spirit. They speak of impermanence. The sound of a river becomes a lamentation. Constantly moving it is symbolic of a repetitive text as in a prayer or chant. A river is not so much a lamentation but a hymn to what living demands.
A river becomes a sort of map; maps not of destinations but of directions and currents.
The river meanders, its edges being cut and reshaped, a stream of consciousness moving through space and time. Two views of the same river, the text weaving the images together making them one.
2002

(each diptych 15"x45", silver gelatin print stained w/river water & walnut ink, 2001-2002)

(Bardo 1-5, each print 20"x24", toned silver gelatin print, edition 1 of 10, 2001)

(Testimony to a Place, 1995, approx. 10"x13", ink stained photographs on board w/beeswax)