small
receptacles -
Aaron
D. Levy
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1.
The caption is often the under-reported event in looking
through the photograph. The idea of fusing event and image,
wind and air within the window frame itself suggests, to me,
something more fluid. I see the photograph as a door, and the
caption its handle - together, they give back to us some comforting
sense of solidity; but they actually allow things, wind, trees,
people and, of particular interest to me, the imagination, to
pass through.
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2.
The photograph's caption being the "that" which, by default,
we see through; the interplay between where one has looked in
the past, and what one would want to be looking towards; I would
ask that everything remain the same in our notion of the caption,
with a little difference.
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3. For
all these notions pile up, making inane the possibility of conceptualizing
such a pliable medium - so pliable, in fact, as to often allow
ourselves to forget "it". I wanted to further address the medium
by embodying it in an incomplete language.
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4.
Why have I returned to the photograph? Am I hoping to satisfy
lack, the nearly kitsch-like loneliness of the photograph? Or
is kitsch held in place by the assumption that the photograph
could and always shall be lonely?
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5.
Could we ever conceptualize a way to read the photograph that
survives a Holocaust outside elegy and self-encircling epitaph?
Am I, in effect, "cataloguing" their losses (those in the image,
those who might have died) through mine own? And would the caption
that drifts, or my captions being wanderings - be yet another
variation on the media's persistent inability to caption photographs
from the Holocaust accurately and ethically?
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6.
I've always been drawn to the biblical prohibitions against
individual sight; for instance, the idea of Lot's wife being
turned to salt for looking back at the city on fire, as well
as the possibility of conceptualizing smoke, or what remains
after a city has burned. There must be, somehow, a way for us
to figure catastrophe, and to caption it, in a manner that destroys
neither us, nor that which we desire to see; and these captioned
photographs, these windows, however unarrived, embody this unfulfilling.
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7.
The city on fire embodies something dark in content, all the
while radiating light and unbearable heat. Ash and smoke, on
the other hand, function as captions to loss; what the captions
say, whether they say anything - are so debatable as to exhaust
sense.
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8.
The medieval idea of holding light in one's hands, at the very
least gesturing toward it, is something I wanted to literally
reflect upon through the notion of the caption as window. Underneath
it all, in it, might the window also embody something unmelancholic,
less the idea of fragmentation and death than, oddly enough,
fulfillment and joy.
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9.
The self and the world enter into one another on a conceptual
level much as one looks through a window and feels oneself rendered
vulnerable to the surroundings. Surely, we cannot isolate the
photograph and the caption; and yet, it is just as inane to
throw the two into utter fusion.
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10.
I referred to the idea of the window as door - as though the
windore were the pivot point, the photograph and its caption
the fulcrum for conceptualizing our sense of place in a world
that runs by us all too fast, that always seems to be eluding
our grasp, that persistently doubles back like memory (even
here, memory is so alive we must mistake it for death). In our
perverse way of figuring a place for ourselves, we want to think
it needs us back.
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Click
on the images to enter the project.
Copyright ©
2000, Aaron D. Levy, all rights reserved.
Photographs in this project courtesy of U.S. Holocaust Museum Archives,
Washington, DC.
Levy, Aaron. Windore. Handwritten Press: Philadelphia, 2000.
This essay is adapted from the introductory interview to the artist's
book. For the complete, downloadable e-text version, see handwritten.org.
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