At Home: unmarked grave
" Our terror of the unmarked grave is a terror of the insignificance of a world without writing." - Susan StewartAt Home series begins at a terror of everyday moment lapsing without any marker. The terror rises from the obscurity of our everyday life, from the absence of a deliberateness that could have marked each stream of undifferentiated moments. As we know it, such deliberateness of life can only be attributed after death; to our bitter irony, life, as a delineation of being and becoming in time, is never possible until death. Our terror of everyday (and ordinary) is a terror of being anonymous to our own life, to which we are tormented with the constant desire to be projected by others. What are these photographs of the mundane moments about? When viewed altogether, the only thing that can bepositively revealed about these photographs is the artist's deliberateness to reconstruct such insignificant moments. While such deliberateness should not be confused with a forestalled meaning or narrative of the work, it figuratively speaks of the will to suspend the inexorable deterioration of the unattended moments. In that sense, At Home series is rather a portrait of a terrified artist ather deliberation than a horror story of the everyday. A work of an artist, as I see it, is a gesture of resisting the terror of letting anything slip away unmarked. And, the viewer's good intention, trusted in the artist's deliberateness, to invest in the meaningof the work is as laudable as accidental sacrifice performed by someone who happens to be there to receive a rescue signal. After all, isn't the worst horror for an artist her own anonymity but the disappearance of her art without reaching anyone?
