My Photograph is an F Chord
For the first two months I was travelling in 2014 I had no camera, it was the longest time I had spent without a camera in around seven years. It became instrumental in providing me with an accuracy that I had not previously possessed. During this cameraless period, I noticed the things that I became transfixed by. Without a camera to distract me, or allow myself to float beside or above these images I was confronted with what I felt was an overwhelming similarity to music.
These transient movements that float
unobtainable; through time and space.
Every movement of her slender fingers
Were a cellist playing
With this absence of ability to document I became a patient observer. It was as if I had never given myself much time to realise the simplicity of what I loved to look at. These things were inevitably around me instead of things I had to search for, personal artefacts, jewellery, scars, body language.
All of these things compiled make some image of a human being, like instruments slowly forming a piece of music by chance rather than mastery.
I had long been drawn to John Cage, maybe this was a shrouded explanation.
During a summer concert at my secondary school we had performed 4'33 to an audience mostly consisting of parents. I would guess that close to none of them had experienced this before. Somewhere around the 2'00 mark a fight broke out between a female student and the father of another student. They began bickering because she was talking, the silent tension that filled the room clearly played on his nerves all the more as it went on, resulting in him leaping across some four seats and grabbing her braids. The two wrestled, screeched, clunked and huffed until they other parents and some teachers intervened to drag them apart.
I don’t think I will ever see a better musical performance.
I don’t think I will ever forget the fingers of Olivia.