“In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it”
“Farnham Times Series”, part of mobile phone photography instagram project is comprised mainly of images of walls and fences.
These images inspired me to eliminate the conditionality character of the popular expression “Ïf walls could talk” into an alternative view of “walls can talk”. The challenge however, as in Michaelangelo’s quote above, would be to hew away the conceptual association with the limited perception of what appears to be merely a wall and allowing it to become a true expression of itself, something that can only occur when the viewer is willing to listen.
The relation of these images with the title of the series is based on two aspects, the fact that all images pertain to walls located within the confines of Farnham , Surrey, my place of residence during the year of the project, and the inherited features and appearances resulting from the passage of time.
Once again, what appears to be the mundane, functional walls and fences, to whose appearance we often pay little attention, are transformed here into images of infinite possibilities of suggestion. Walls and fences that we might not even notice beyond the purpose of defining our boundaries can open up a whole spectrum of life, with their intrinsic beauty, textures, colors, compositions and craft.
These images have led me to wonder if is there such a thing as an empty wall? Where does such emptiness really reside when the subjectivity of content and its association with the viewer link both practices, of “staring blankly to a wall”, and “staring at a blank wall”, with the emptiness within the observer, rather than that of the observed?
We build and surround ourselves with walls and fences, that define, confine, protect, restrict, secure, impede…and are made to resist the passage of time, and yet, their purpose and meaning of existence can so suddenly be deconstructed by the eye of a viewer willing to listen…
Farnham Times, perhaps just another metaphor of all those walls we build within that inhibit our experience of existence…