(Some Reflexions On a Boxed Existence)
2014/2017, mixed media
"Something is true because it resembles something real, but at the same time a lie, because it is only a reminder" - Ludwig Feuerbach
A photograph as an object is flat. Yet, as Susan Sontag writes, it is ‘a thin layer of space and time’.
Intrigued by the selectivity and fragmented nature of all photographic depictions, through the series All the Corners of My Room, I am confronting the experience of space and time, in the process of photographic image construction.
The ceiling lines above my head become the focal point of a search for meanings of closed, angular spaces, we tend to spend our urban lives in. The variety of the individual shots comes from the process of exploring the inhabited space by visual ‘scanning’, when one is confronted with a new or unknown place.
When assembling photocopied ‘flat’ photographs, an illusion of three-dimensional space suddenly emerges. Recreating the impression of a place from one’s own memory and the material traces of light (and their computational translations into electric impulses) recorded by a camera, creates an abstraction.
The visual raw data recorded by human eye constantly takes part in a complex internal process of translation and making sense of our immediate surroundings. Through the free assembling of fragments, impossible figures emerge, which nevertheless, have “real components” of light reflected from the surface of objects in the form of photographs.
Does this mean that these abstract spaces exist or not?
And is it possible that our ideas and opinions about the world we live in are formed in a similar way?