Photo Book "FEBRUARY 2018" @ Art Exhibition - "Salon 2018"
December 2018 / Photofusion Gallery / London / UK
Photography and poetry:
by Kate Coe Temnomeroff
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The lovely crescent moon long gone |
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Life passes through the gates of heaven
Stripes on its sides are black and white… Forever question of the earthly beings:
What's good what's bad and to how make it even?..
Now judgemental burden is behind – last breath allows to ease the feelings. |
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It's freezing cold... is it alive,
The life itself when covered by the sparkly winter fur;
When early morning waits to strive
To let us live through coming day with feelings being stirred. |
Artist Book:
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This Photo Album is part of what I now view as a series of handmade Photo Books that enable me to record and store more than just the printed image itself. Incorporating other elements such as textures, finishes and objects, allows a deeper exploration of the feelings associated with the image context.
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In addition to that words and a certain page sequence makes the Photo Book a truly multifaceted object. I would like to mention the archival quality here – for me it is the concept and perception of time; And of course one of historically established and accepted ways of preserving and transmitting the information to the contemporary and the future generations. |
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A finished book also provides a sense of completion, opening up the space for new information to flow in to be absorbed and processed. Creating handmade books and journals is not only a pleasurable activity that I enjoy but also therapeutic. |
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"FEBRUARY 2018":
I was asleep… the phone rang… the voice on the other end said slowly with a deep sigh: "you want to come over, you mother passed away"… it was 4 o'clock in the morning.
This is one of these things that everyone knows about and yet, no matter how well you think you have prepared yourself… when such things happen – the reality changes.
The three photographs presented in this photo book were taken on my mobile phone while in a taxi, going to make the last arrangements to the morgue. The freezing weather below -25C° combined with the early morning hours were producing mesmerising views of the city where my mother was born and lived all her life.
To my own surprise the photographs came out rather well even though we were moving in busy traffic.
Later on, as a reflection of that trip, looking at those three photographs the words started to flow as a release of my grief.
The fabric pages are left with untreated edges allowing them to unravel themselves as they are turned. That represents to me the fading of some memories and feelings that inevitably happens.
The rhymes are printed on transparent paper, through which one can only see the silhouette of the image. This is like the memories emerging from the unconscious clashing with one's consciousness questioning the ability of the human mind to fully grasp the concept of life.