Current Projects - The Little Hours
The Little Hours
This is a project that takes its name and form from medieval Books of Hours.
Using found family photographs this project indicates a human mythology arbitrarily invented from a unexplained archive of multiple characters, performers, storylines and scenes that span Shanghai in the 1920s, White Russians, the flight from the invading Japanese with the story beginning and ending with a son from whose Catholic devotional diary and obsession with his sporting milestones is within the opening calendar image. He is the son and the ghost of the project.
Family archive photographs now stand in a secular sense for those to whom we can turn. These fading mementoes mark hours that once were and are reinvented again.
“Do not hide your face from me when I am in distress, turn your ear to me when I call, answer me quickly for my days vanish like smoke” psalm 102
These are pictures of pictures, scanned and scratched, kept, held and returned. A real and imagined history.
This is a project that takes its name and form from medieval Books of Hours.
Using found family photographs this project indicates a human mythology arbitrarily invented from a unexplained archive of multiple characters, performers, storylines and scenes that span Shanghai in the 1920s, White Russians, the flight from the invading Japanese with the story beginning and ending with a son from whose Catholic devotional diary and obsession with his sporting milestones is within the opening calendar image. He is the son and the ghost of the project.
Family archive photographs now stand in a secular sense for those to whom we can turn. These fading mementoes mark hours that once were and are reinvented again.
“Do not hide your face from me when I am in distress, turn your ear to me when I call, answer me quickly for my days vanish like smoke” psalm 102
These are pictures of pictures, scanned and scratched, kept, held and returned. A real and imagined history.