"There is a war on. Everyone is separated and afraid. It is as if we have been robbed of a language to describe the bewildered brokenness we inhabit. Best to leave and learn another language."
— 'Beautiful Mutants and Swallowing Geography:
Two Early Novels', by Deborah Levy
I come from a background in Art History and Aesthetics, and so naturally I had brought with me a certain way of looking at, seeing, processing, and analyzing images.
But unlike in Art History, when it comes to vernaculars, there's no system of understanding, there is only that visceral one, where our comprehension works not in a linear or logical way.
Over time, I became un-moored from my comfort zones and systems of thought, and began to connect deeply with the un-tethered nature of these photographs.
This lack of grounding is something that for the most part, like a slanted house, people run from.
And those who choose to stay in this slanted place find themselves unable to return to living in the more mundane world of flat houses.
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