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a work as documentation of an experience that was started in the nunnery closet and then developed further out of the onward journey of a participant's relic.....as emailed to me, big thanks. to me, the relic has shifted its' identity-i like the repetition of the image in the bottom one- a kind of play on the uniqueness of each traditional darkroom photogrammed image set against the multiples possible in the digital darkroom and the original individual private experience now posted to many and publicly on this blog....repetition was a common theme in apparatus and actions in the closet- key locking, uses of multiple boxes- matchbox, keepsake box , pocket 'box', photographic paper box, the closet as a box.....

i also really like what digital allows in this instance- working against the temporal quality of the unfixed photogram it 'stops' the image in is tracks of it gradual complete fade to black by allowing its capture in its current momentary state-here the duplication of tonal qualities, the solarising effects, the edgey lines- points to the impossibility of the multiples of the 'one off' and thus shows how the story was 'multipled' as it were to the 67 participants- told and re-told using the same matchbox objects with the uniquely different photogrammed outcomes. this image goes someway to clarify for me the issues separating digital manipulation from traditional darkroom photography to look to future work :)

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thank you to the participant that emailed me these! :)

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These are little stories of that:

Objects_ Tube map, Headset

Stories_ As I'm living in a foreign country, tube map is important to me for directions and sometimes it helps me to know the quickest way to get a place(cos I do hate being on the traffic for a long time)

People usually need a headset to listen to music but for me not that. Because my computer sound system is broken, I do use that for sounds from the computer so it's always being around the computer(it's a bit annoying though).

as emailed to me, many thanks :)

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A week on from visiting the nunnery and the closet of memory the piece still lingers with me and in fact grows. I still see the girl guide, the bottle of thunderbird, I hear the radio calming. I think about why I brought a present for Harry. My 11 year old daughter who loves art and experiencing all still treasures her photos. A woman I work with called Sam who loves Harry too talked about it and wished she had come. the experience is a kind and gentle drift into the past and the present. The style of story telling puts you at ease and frees you to enjoy the place and time. The detail and the kindness of the story helps you ease yourself into your own memories and the comfort they give. The harshness of the end of Harry's story is really moving as the girl grows up and has to move on. I took Harry a gift from a tree that was involved in a living gallery experiment at the Brit school. An event that Harry has joined and triumphed and made beautiful. I stole the memory form the tree and now have it as my own treasure. Little things. It is the little things that we hold dear. And I'm grateful to be reminded of that. It's always lovely to be reminded that we are all artists. The following day I made 4 playdoh creatures. I stood then on my window sill and then I put my new photo memories next to them. I then took a photo of them. I'm going to send them to Harry soon. I'm going to give them back.

emailed to me, many thanks! x

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This is a story of an image...

The image :) came to existence on 01/03/08.

Lived in Klimt`s `house` - `Taschen` - since then... and now `thinking` of moving...

to be continued...

as emailed to me from Marina- very many thanks :)

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thank you to one of the two participants who asked me to take the images home myself......now residing on page 93, roland barthes, camera lucida, " [the image] flourishes a moment, then ages....attacked by light, by humidity, it fades, weakens, vanishes...the natural witness of what has been...."