A Bear Trap in No Man's Land
(excerpt) "IN THE DESERT OF HISTORY every step forward seems a lurch towards a past that divulges itself as an unbound trace. This trace scatters as it attempts to form a path, while it simultaneously crosses the organ that propels it onwards. The resulting dichotomy becomes indicative of a linearity that is both leading, and disorienting – a dance that elegantly, yet covertly, omits the collision with a collective memory that is often presumed to be final. Remembrance seems hardly possible without this misleading dance, for the act of remembering carries within itself an act of betrayal – both a forgetting, and an absence. There is hardly a history without a submission to this movement, and therefore, hardly a history without an admittance to a perpetuation of betrayal, of forgetting, and of absence."
In collaboration with Tudor Bratu, 2024
Inkjet on uncoated paper, hand-bound
Edition of 10
(excerpt) "IN THE DESERT OF HISTORY every step forward seems a lurch towards a past that divulges itself as an unbound trace. This trace scatters as it attempts to form a path, while it simultaneously crosses the organ that propels it onwards. The resulting dichotomy becomes indicative of a linearity that is both leading, and disorienting – a dance that elegantly, yet covertly, omits the collision with a collective memory that is often presumed to be final. Remembrance seems hardly possible without this misleading dance, for the act of remembering carries within itself an act of betrayal – both a forgetting, and an absence. There is hardly a history without a submission to this movement, and therefore, hardly a history without an admittance to a perpetuation of betrayal, of forgetting, and of absence."
In collaboration with Tudor Bratu, 2024
Inkjet on uncoated paper, hand-bound
Edition of 10
(excerpt) "IN THE DESERT OF HISTORY every step forward seems a lurch towards a past that divulges itself as an unbound trace. This trace scatters as it attempts to form a path, while it simultaneously crosses the organ that propels it onwards. The resulting dichotomy becomes indicative of a linearity that is both leading, and disorienting – a dance that elegantly, yet covertly, omits the collision with a collective memory that is often presumed to be final. Remembrance seems hardly possible without this misleading dance, for the act of remembering carries within itself an act of betrayal – both a forgetting, and an absence. There is hardly a history without a submission to this movement, and therefore, hardly a history without an admittance to a perpetuation of betrayal, of forgetting, and of absence."
In collaboration with Tudor Bratu, 2024
Inkjet on uncoated paper, hand-bound
Edition of 10
(excerpt) "IN THE DESERT OF HISTORY every step forward seems a lurch towards a past that divulges itself as an unbound trace. This trace scatters as it attempts to form a path, while it simultaneously crosses the organ that propels it onwards. The resulting dichotomy becomes indicative of a linearity that is both leading, and disorienting – a dance that elegantly, yet covertly, omits the collision with a collective memory that is often presumed to be final. Remembrance seems hardly possible without this misleading dance, for the act of remembering carries within itself an act of betrayal – both a forgetting, and an absence. There is hardly a history without a submission to this movement, and therefore, hardly a history without an admittance to a perpetuation of betrayal, of forgetting, and of absence."
In collaboration with Tudor Bratu, 2024
Inkjet on uncoated paper, hand-bound
Edition of 10
(excerpt) "IN THE DESERT OF HISTORY every step forward seems a lurch towards a past that divulges itself as an unbound trace. This trace scatters as it attempts to form a path, while it simultaneously crosses the organ that propels it onwards. The resulting dichotomy becomes indicative of a linearity that is both leading, and disorienting – a dance that elegantly, yet covertly, omits the collision with a collective memory that is often presumed to be final. Remembrance seems hardly possible without this misleading dance, for the act of remembering carries within itself an act of betrayal – both a forgetting, and an absence. There is hardly a history without a submission to this movement, and therefore, hardly a history without an admittance to a perpetuation of betrayal, of forgetting, and of absence."
In collaboration with Tudor Bratu, 2024
Inkjet on uncoated paper, hand-bound
Edition of 10