on the image
Take a phrase. Repeat it. And repeat it. And repeat it. Listen and you might hear the alchemy of repetition transform the phrase into object stripped of decipherable meaning. And what does this mean for the image? Repeat and the photo is just a picture, a speaking glance lost in a series of eloquent looks, lost in chroma, lost in paper.
Time accomplishes much the same– time is, in fact, repetition. Lay time across the fabric of your life, across history, even, and it all becomes one vast, repeating pattern.
To remove, to be removed, to fall out of step is to stumble on meaning, to take it on with an attendant weight of separation. And now, as we turn back to the image we see that, taken out of time (repetition), it becomes universally relevant.