“My library is an archive of longings.” Susan Sontag
The self infiltrates into the cultural landscape. And this self has the fragile body, indicating a space: of futility, transience and transcendence. The inner perceptions and emotional entanglements get inscribed into the metaphysics of this landscape.
The process becomes an intensely personal yet acutely revealing body of work. The experience deals with the body and stillness, the relationship with space and movement, expressing an intimate moment, where physical and emotional limitations are stretched, tested and broken. The space and non-space oscillate between memory and imagination.
As I look back to these images, I can hear the slender explosion of echoes and unheard voices. The co-existence of the pathos of loneliness as well as the overflow of sensory sequences create a back and forth motion of emotional pulling.
The perception begins to shift so that what was familiar becomes unfamiliar. The reverberation of the past brews the limitless distance and nothingness into the present space of uncertainty and free fall.