From here... to there

The cyclops’s view is devoid of perceptual depth, only pretends to do so by appealing to memory. In a photograph lines, tonal transitions, and color to assemble what makes up for absent depth. You are imagining the space and it does not exist nor has it, but only in the imagination.

Familiarity after all is what makes the two dimensional depiction relatable. A moment now gone but permanent only from memory, and if you are fortunate enough what it feels to hold onto that memory, good or not it is your makeup. Listen to it!

Perhaps talking up the image for context as a form of self validation, the then inevitable valuation is necessary. But where is the real value on something that does not exist but only in the confines of a memory that by nature is selective… Does the image irritate you, finds you grieving, victimizes your sense of trespass.... What you feel is the only real content an image can posses, otherwise it just does not exist though your ego wants to say otherwise.

Lisboa
May 28 2019