Looking at My Nape Using Two Mirrors

Nowhere near being a paragraph or even a sentence, it is a crossword that I keep fumbling with joy.

Looking at my nape using two mirrors is a selection of three years of images that vary from everyday documentation to staged still life to collage – by all means, a haphazard shuffle of photos dangerously close to falling apart. Nowhere near being a paragraph or even a sentence, it is a crossword that I keep fumbling with joy.

I come from a background in spatial design, where photography serves not much more than a post-factum documentation. However the past few years of personal encounters have made image-making more present in my everyday life, but its goals also more ambiguous. So I try to put a finger on the particular kind of attention and jest that I see throughout it.

The jest of placing stacks of wood in a disused power station is the same as the jest of standing just right to look at a beautiful boulder; it is also the same as the jest of cutting a slit in a rice patty to stack a grotesque tower. Sometimes it is clear that the intention is a sculpture or an image, sometimes the goal rests somewhere halfway between.

While I still stumble, it is an activity wholly serious and wholly playful – that for me is its allure.