In A Dark Room
Following the removal of the darkroom at the college I formerly studied, and later, taught at, I decided to photograph the ripped out and void space left in its wake. I then processed the film in a developer solution that contained rust left behind by the sink that sealed the spaces fate, as well as dust and debris incurred by both demolition and the disturbance, in some sense, of the physical remnants of all those that had worked and used the space.
This room witnessed years of shortening, stretching, bending, flattening and combining of time. The alchemy of all this meant that the time of this spaces existence on the outside of the room was vastly outweighed by that which existed within.
Former presence, undying absence.
Following the removal of the darkroom at the college I formerly studied, and later, taught at, I decided to photograph the ripped out and void space left in its wake. I then processed the film in a developer solution that contained rust left behind by the sink that sealed the spaces fate, as well as dust and debris incurred by both demolition and the disturbance, in some sense, of the physical remnants of all those that had worked and used the space.
This room witnessed years of shortening, stretching, bending, flattening and combining of time. The alchemy of all this meant that the time of this spaces existence on the outside of the room was vastly outweighed by that which existed within.
Former presence, undying absence.
