(122) 04.27.2010
“Transfer of Guilt” is a collection of grids. Each grid contains four snapshots that were taken in New York from 2006 to 2009. They were all shot in black-and-white film, developed and printed on resin-coated paper before being scanned and assembled into grids.
The idea of making grids came from visiting a video booth in Times Square, where the viewer watches four porn movies simultaneously on a split screen.
You’re supposed to touch part of the screen to indicate which one you want to watch, then the split screen turns back to a normal full screen that plays the movie of your choice. I didn’t choose one over the others because I was afraid of touching the screen, which had fingerprint smudges all over from past visitors.
Looking at four sad human dramas unfolding in front of my eyes was at least intellectually stimulating. Upon closer inspection, the random movies started to create rhythm of their own both visually and emotionally, as if John Cage was at work behind the screen.
Since my working method in street photography is purely accidental, shuffling images into grids underlines their arbitrariness.
I only supply clues, hoping that each viewer comes up with his or her own detective novel. Via
The idea of making grids came from visiting a video booth in Times Square, where the viewer watches four porn movies simultaneously on a split screen.
You’re supposed to touch part of the screen to indicate which one you want to watch, then the split screen turns back to a normal full screen that plays the movie of your choice. I didn’t choose one over the others because I was afraid of touching the screen, which had fingerprint smudges all over from past visitors.
Looking at four sad human dramas unfolding in front of my eyes was at least intellectually stimulating. Upon closer inspection, the random movies started to create rhythm of their own both visually and emotionally, as if John Cage was at work behind the screen.
Since my working method in street photography is purely accidental, shuffling images into grids underlines their arbitrariness.
I only supply clues, hoping that each viewer comes up with his or her own detective novel. Via
