At first look all these images are emblematic for human violence; this angry writing on the sidewalk (is it blood, tar, mercury?), a petrified heart tied to kill or to be killed, a pair of used, dirty gloves discarded in an almost elegant gesture, a decapitated fish and its tail thrown elsewhere.... a figure without head walking purposefully with a cane - did he do IT? All of IT? He left a mark here and there, a number, a code, a photograph. And yet, you approached all this with some tenderness and consideration; the light is perfect and pure, the details crisp and one wonders if from all these clues you are not just weaving a story about hard, endless work. A life of toil. Exhaustive labor.
This essay, along with your previous ones, the street witout people and the fishing port of Taiwan are addictive. They teach us to look at our surrounding in a direct, analytical way, devoided of criticism or prejudice. I of look forward with much interest for your next collection. |