One picture here is of a man I saw through a storefront in Toronto. He’s looking up towards his phone; a hand is wiping ink from a tattoo on his chest. Another picture I took on a flight to Bangladesh. One is in a recovery room after my wife gave birth to our son.
These are moments excerpted from my daily life, places and people more or less familiar to me. Familiarity becomes something slippery in the timespan of making a picture. The tenderness felt towards a loved one can emerge like a program between you and the camera, a machine-body behavior ready to play itself out in situations untethered from its source.
In this tension an image can come to feel as having no space of its own, at most a skin made only of the materials supporting it. Maybe it can also act more like a bruise and seep back into itself, or rupture the space between its layers, giving other shapes to our new bodies in the process. JT
The exhibition is accompanied by an essay by James Voorhies, entitled Thoughts on the Unrequited Promise of the Prosthetic Screen, DOWNLOAD PDF