William Pym – artist statement – first draft
‘The Photograph is an extended, loaded evidence – as if it caricatured not the figure of what it represents (quite the converse) but its very existence.’
Roland Barthes (1915-1980) writing in Camera Lucida (Barthes, R. 1980)
Do Photographs really capture memory, place and a point of time?
A sheet of chipboard or shiny laminate leaves its birth factory, becoming kitchen, bathroom or storage cupboard, does it too carry an image history in its fibrous soul?
Circle the landmark factory, catch from the corner of your eye the ever changing, always present, FACT of this community of work. See woody STEM changed to billowing STEAM, the cycle of breaking, recycling and consuming, reflected in reassembled shiny white flatpack storage.
Photographs, images, memories, held for a time in fragile materials or digital storage, are fading out of existence like the distant views of a curling vapour trail, continuously twisting in the air.
After review by a literate non artist:
(who rightly pointed out the incomprehensibility of the above – ‘Is this written for a viewer or your Tutors?’ – good question – I have always been irritated by incomprehensibility in galleries, so I must try to say it more clearly)
William Pym – artist statement – second draft
I have circled a landmark chipboard factory, catching from the corner of my eye the ever changing, always present clouds emerging from its dominant flue.
The industrial process changes woody stems into billowing steam and chipboard flooring. The sheets leave their birth factory becoming kitchen, bathroom or storage cupboard. This cycle of breaking, recycling and consuming, is the history that our reassembled and shiny white flatpack furniture carries in its fibrous soul. All of our photographs are fading, only held for a time in fragile materials or on digital media scrolls.
‘(the photograph)…is still mortal: like a living organism, it is born on the level of the sprouting silver grains, it flourishes a moment then ages……Attacked by light, by humidity, it fades, weakens, vanishes…..’
Roland Barthes (1915-1980) in Camera Lucida (Barthes, R. 1980)