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| At La Conchita, one response to disaster
was to fly flags, for prayer or patriotism. I had been thinking
about how film (medium format) is like a prayer flag. An imprint
of something missing, the negative or the diapositive (I shot transparencies).
The film materiality going into an electronic archive, losing its
substantive presence but not its resonance. A stand-in for something,
a metonym. Then, in 2005, the 9/11 hysteria caught fire. Everyone
was flying flags everywhere. At La Conchita it was bizarre to see
patriotism unfurl, as if the emotional momentum of disaster might
be defied with a fine show. The alternating sequences of federal
and state flags against the black film themselves a banner stuck
like kids’ semi-clear band-aids over a skin wound. |
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DATE: 2005-06
47 x 47 inches
(119 x 119 cm)
Chromogenic lightjet print
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