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by Ewelina Lasotatranslated by John Beauchamp |
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by Ewelina Lasotatranslated by John Beauchamp |
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| Memory – a recurring subject, an obsession. It is photographs of the unknown which are useful in constructing memory. The eye misleads: it registers, but it does not yet comprehend what it sees. |
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Rectangular fields, meandering rivers, shorelines; anonymous geometry of space. We take a view into our possession, but do we understand its meaning? Outside pictures are mute impressions. |
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| Only photographs of an intimate space can resound with the voice of specific histories: they order the search for meanings recorded in personal belongings; the appendage of a biography to peoples’ portraits. It is a revision of what was, and an attempt to name what is – a state of passage, somewhere between the tangibility of objects and the unclear outlines of memories. | ||||
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Time is a clear vital axis. Change is written into time: after all, every day everything casts its shadow on Earth. |
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Can an image stop
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A meeting leaves a trace in the mind. Faces, situations, emotions return, called by a small, a new acquaintance, an unexpected discovery in the attic of a family home. Associations are generated: everyday objects, once disregarded, gain a new value; meeting someone, who may seem accidental, becomes important. |
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| We never come back from our travels the same: we shake off the things we don’t want, we harbor others (also deep within ourselves). A question – Where do we return, to whom? And what do we leave behind? Language entangles us into a semantic trap… because a return is not an ordinary arrival. We return to places known and safe, in which we can feel at home if only for a minute. |
Loops is not a story about being on the road. It is a story about living. |
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Click here to see more works by Andrzej from his November - December, 2011 exhibition at Kea'au Fine Art.
