Why would my own gaze not be enough? “I am not a photographer” what can that mean?
Is my ‘touch’, whatever that ‘touch’ means… either through the lense, through the pencil, through the pin. I look close enough that i can touch the paper again, through the camera…. take the image and ‘sound’ it… ask it a question of ‘belonging’.
Somehow closer – we dance around the magnet that is the lense – peeping – it holds at once an attraction and twice a distance that I cannot meet – I ponder the photographer – the language of this.
Focusing in – finding fragments and details – selecting the information to frame – works to illuminate the intensities of these places – the intensity and delivering of the information that emerges from the paper .
These are conversations that loop from my hand, through paper, through the air….
Close enough to disrupt, dislocate and disorientate me – locked and unlocked
line up and cut – the white and the tonal grey – decide on the edge
– light shines through –
Have faith in the gaze –
These images read as the translation of a ‘quality’ of air.
They are quiet whisperings….
Sarah Goudie 