A Constant Slipping

How We Live, Bochum, March 2016


What is the visual fabric of memory? Its dominant feature is a lack of precision. It consists mainly of holes with a pull that wants them  to be leaving holes to be filled in: What is not a hole is just something that points to something we cannot see: An ongoing fight against the indexicality of the image. It does not show something; it only reminds me of something the picture does not show. 

In this, it turns into a constant slipping: We remember, we forget, we stumble, we catch ourselves, and this catching-ourselves becomes the actual stumble…

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