A Non-linear Passage for a Photographic Montage
To demonstrate that the simplicity of imagery can mediate a prolific and poetic reading of human nature, human nature being so varied and precarious that even reading from the composition of a photograph can commentate on human behaviour.
9893.20120321: We were such good friends
9893.20120321: We were critical of one another
9893.20120321: He looked up at the gate, about to enter
9893.20120321: He looked at what he had become
9893.20120321: She was pained to know the answer
9893.20120321: From a distance she appeared content
9893.20120321: I’m content she said
9893.20120321: He looked down on her
9893.20120321: It all made sense now
9893.20120321: I’m a crook he said
8866.20130122: He was a boiled down version of his former self
8866.20130122: Each of the two saw the other as more false
9343.20110322[sign]: He knew that it was a sign but it was in a language he didn’t understand
9867.20110419[chicken drumsticks]: They all lay there, burnt and you could say a little stuck
1286.20110702[chairs]: He sat in the mist and felt that the world was outside, while the layers of vision made him more and more involved with himself.
1286.20110702[dead squirrel]: What may have been a haven had now become a wasteland.
9343.20110322[a dog barking]: At times when he couldn’t cross the line, a deep anger would be what set him apart from others.
01[shell oil bucket]: The evil festered within a beautiful landscape, which brought all attention to it and gave out all meaning from it.
01[a ladder and traffic cones and police tape]: An accident warning him wasn’t enough for him to refrain from walking past.
8866.20130122: If he couldn’t look objectively at a scenario he would repress the idea until it flattened so he could stack it up against the other ones that resided in a rather large compartment together.
8866.20130122: The ridges of reality would jut through his life like a pickaxe with wobbly edges.
8866.20130122: Insincerity was a rule of thumb that he despised but followed in these times.
8866.20130122: When a ladder seemed like a stairs he could spare his hands.
8866.20130122[seagull and motorbike]: A bad boy type though no one knew it was a boy and he would touch the monster with only ideas in mind.
4279.20120516[10a]: He would like to watch sunsets but only ones where the landscape didn’t attract the eye so as not to distract.
4279.20120516[4a]: The trees grew
4279.20120516[15a]: In the corner of his consciousness he knew he preferred the idea of a green lifestyle, but then he would have to turn his back on the city.