Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Re-photographed parts of a photograph.

"For the photograph is the advent of myself as other: a cunning dissociation of consciousness from identity."

From Roland Barthes Camera Lucida, which I have been reading the past few days.

From my notes, October 28th,

If photography is the advent of the self as other, the photograph an imitation of a person, what happens when you are both the subject and the photographer? Two things have been captured, dual selves. And if so many versions of myself exist and I feel an impostor in my own mind and body as a result, who am I really? And will I ever find or know that person, recognize or remember that person, and will any of these images match up or am I just creating layers and layers of fictional selves. 

I'm marking time. Mapping time. But the pieces are already fictional, and memory is a reconstruction, and I am floating, flying through an un-mappable reality. (Desperately) Trying to pin down all of the definitions I've written for myself. 

(And already failing?)

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