29 September 2012

28 September 2012

3 views of a wooden sculpture in progress--

'Found' photographs must first be Lost before they can be Found. Why are they lost? Who has lost them? How did a moment that was once important enough to be preserved on film become forgotten?
I am interested in this exchange / loss / remembrance of photographs as physical manifestations of the memories of strangers. I am in the process of building these wooden structures to function as 'homes' for individual photographs (individual memories)-- Each will keep a photo in their midst. I'm not sure yet how the structures will end up, but somehow I will know when they are finished. I want them to be places for the photographs to be remembered an for the photographs to remember themselves.

Faces I make

Late September 2012 doodlings