Strips of light
Minyó Szert's pictures
These are pictures
you can like. Partly because they are not accessories to the image-terror
intruding upon us from all directions. They do not serve as a means to
propagate the abomination dubbed as the victory of realism. Nor the auxiliary
art of photography in all its orchestradedness and false eminences. These
pictures fall automatically into the domain of eventuality. A deliberate
intent is manifest n their imperfections and distortions: the repudiation
of the ideal of technical perfection and radition, the acknowledgement
of the alienation of time segments breaking away from us in the moment
of occurrence.
Their contingent quality does not spring from "true to life"
flashes, from the fact of catching impermanent conjunctions "in the
act", but allow inference of the use of real, fortuitous calculus.They
come into being in the same way that uncontrollable human memory confines
its
incidental subsidences: scraps and fragments of memories picked out at
random, perishable in themselves, and of which only shreds are apt to
remain. These pictures reveal this transience, the non-recurring quality
of the conjunction of beings and things. ( Presumably, a specific pictorial
training is at work in this way of composing pictures, which, by means
of the choice of materials and surfaces, the "brushwork" and
the "framing", increases the distance between the raw material
used and its final appearance.)
Somewhat disenchanted as we are with late modern picture culture, we are
aware that even as
our pictures are taken, we are becoming a part of our own history together
with our pictures.
Thus we must live with the knowledge of our transience, enforced by snapshots.
The melancholy quality of our mutability is rather conspicuous in the
perpetuity implicit in these perishable vehicles. The suppression of this
fact would be as deceptive as its exaggeration. The one being verisimilitude
or "realistic representation", the other embodying finality,
the pretense of sending a message to generations to come: the mask of
vitality and the mummification of life.
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