Posts tagged Frances Rodick
Frank Rodick: Interview by Emese Krunák-Hajagos

I don’t see my view as dark. It’s the world that’s dark. Not always, but when it is, and when it slams into you and yours, it’s transformative.  

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Everything Will Be Forgotten

A couple of years after finding the photos of my mother, I found more old photographs—small beaten up prints. They show me as a child, maybe four years old, standing naked in a bathtub. My father—it must have been my father—had taken them over half a century ago.  

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This Great Misfortune

With their air of cultured decay, the three images that make up I live there now serve as an elegy to the dream of an enlightened world. And more: like Poe’s short fictions, they lay bare the wreckage of a psyche: the interior (room) as a projection of the interior (soul). Tracing the decay of his father’s library, Rodick exposes the lie we tell ourselves about the edifice of civilization. (Nancy Brokaw)  

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