(Translated from the original French)
Intransitive sense of the word, and quite infinite in scope. Commonly: "To die", or even easier: "to be dying." (Caught in a state of constant transition; trapped) in a half-life sort of way, exponential and existential decay -- many little bits of flotsam and jetsam cluttering the surface in a film of our everyday. Bound to this state, we wander in the dark; mouths agape in a rictus of puzzlement (half terror / half wonder.) As in photography: not dead, but dying - to be caught in the process of. Or, simply - a photograph.
Subject, Object, Referent. Almost infinite, as well. The thing circles back onto itself; at once biting and swallowing while excreting yet another portion to be bitten and swallowed. Some reflection, bitter or bright. We are unto ourselves, standing before a self-similar image, and touching its cold surface: "I am here, I am also there." And some invisible me in between, intransitive and pinned in the intersection of reflection and perception. As in photgraphy: a near infinite mirror, relating self to self / self to other. A loop, a photograph.
Lives and works and dies in San Francisco.
Lover of the long shot and protector of the unprolific.
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