For the longest time, I’ve loved how photograms are simultaneously about absence and presence. Placing an object on light sensitive paper and watching light record its’ time spent there, we see what’s left - a ghostly trace.
A trace – something that is just the residue of what was once there. I now find myself feeling like one of those photograms.
While language can be used to make us laugh, love, hurt, or protest – its most clever and stealth use is to silence and render us voiceless. This is both fascinating and horrifying to me. Who silences you? Who do you silence? Over time, what does the silencing do to a person, a group, a culture? We have negative historical precedents for this and yet - it continues to be used as a tool of power almost everywhere I look.