My Eyes Can Only Look At You
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I went to the Institute of Contemporary Art in Boston yesterday. At the end of visit, tucked in the smaller gallery, was an exhibit by a photographer who titled her exhibit, “My Eyes Can Only Look at You”. Without seeing one image, I loved her.
It is what we’ve been discussing in the last post, really. What is photography? What is reality? What is god forbid “truth”.
We couldn’t be more different as photographers. She uses film only. Her images have no post processing, analog or digital, whatsoever. She is a studio photographer on medium or large format. She uses flash and literally smoke and mirrors (the name of one her series) to create images that appear to have no focal point, no discernible subject. Yet, she is fascinated with the same thing that I am: (curator’s words)
“The photograph has often been described as a transparent window into a frozen moment. For Eileen Quinlan it is not a window but a mirror–reflecting our tendency to see even constructed images as truth when delivered by the camera. Fascinated by this, Quinlan explores her medium’s capacity to be both record of physical fact and deceptive illusion.”
Except I don’t think it’s deceptive. Or, an illusion.
To drive in New England during the early spring is to know that “My eyes can only look at you” is true almost to point of weeping.
©Pat Coakley 2009
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