Frances
2011-2014
Perhaps these pictures are a memoir—of her, of me, of her and me stitched together in that sad and harrowing way we never stopped being. If they are, I suppose they’re a hallucinatory memoir because one hazards only a tremulous guess at knowing other people, including oneself and — especially — one’s parents. But if they are hallucinations, maybe they’re the kind Céline mentioned: constructions, some shining and some terrible, but in the end more real than the everyday experience of life. (Frank Rodick, excerpted from his essay on the thirteen pictures based on his mother's life and death.)
Medium: archival pigment print
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See also “Blood Money and Reveries” for an essay on the piece Parade for the Blind.
