[… ] A premonition: 94 portraits, lit over 100 times and fixed by contact through the pinhole of an 8x10 inch large-format camera. It is not first the subjects of the camera that are being digested, but the fancy face of time, its linearity being excavated, layered - skin upon skin - occurring by virtue of the negation of itself in every six-minute span of repetitively flashing presence, spitting out blurred, images of a surface which appears to have been rubbed over with a gummi eraser, that which depicts precisely the fleetingness which it fails to capture over every face.
These photographs exist then, in a negative trance, containing the non-being of the time they had eventuated to produce them, the ghostlike faces of their subjects, an array of [… ] odd-ball academic company, [… ], shot mechanically against a colored background, indoor in favorable weather conditions, similarity offer no clues to this pleasing conundrum - oscillating between the banality of the social profile photograph, the interchangeable, snapshot passport Build, and the ancient art of its large format chemical birth, a trek towards the dawn of one’s sunken stillness within oneself and the comfort of the poetic personal, the long exposure. [… ]
Text: Ilinca Fechte