There's always a trace left...January 2020, a new year, time to look forward and time to reflect. Hanging in my studio at home is a piece of the frock I created for the show in August 2019, a piece which reflected the narrative at the time, but which, for me, was let down by its's execution. Since the show, I've been thinking about the frock and it's relationship with time. Looking at it now, in the present, I'm also looking at time in the past, various pasts co-existing with time now. Each element of the frock is a trace of it's referent, but each element has gone through various processes to get to the now, each trace removing itself a bit more from the original. Like the act of remembering, altering each recall till eventual oblivion. The frock is in this process, through both deliberate and unintentional acts. At some point it will no longer exist physically, only traces will remain. Thinking here still needs resolving, but it is this uniqueness, multiple uniqueness's, which draw me to analogue photography in the same way I was drawn to etching many years ago.
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