For a long time now, I have enjoyed the process of tearing images out of print media and making folds to change the composition. I also do this to my own photographs (I am too careful with my own). Landscapes rotated by a fold reimagine the horizon line broken into angular parts. Folded portraits release the body from its corporeal limitations; hands reach far, eyes gaze inwards, torsos twist double, and legs dance even more. The spatial reality of a folded image extends a touch outwards to us, the viewers. We expect images to be somewhat rectangular (squares are rectangles). We expect them to delineate their space from our space. In making these folds, our respective spaces collide.
Folding an Empire
Folding an Empire
Folding an Empire
For a long time now, I have enjoyed the process of tearing images out of print media and making folds to change the composition. I also do this to my own photographs (I am too careful with my own). Landscapes rotated by a fold reimagine the horizon line broken into angular parts. Folded portraits release the body from its corporeal limitations; hands reach far, eyes gaze inwards, torsos twist double, and legs dance even more. The spatial reality of a folded image extends a touch outwards to us, the viewers. We expect images to be somewhat rectangular (squares are rectangles). We expect them to delineate their space from our space. In making these folds, our respective spaces collide.