An installation questioning the relationship between our use of the camera’s gaze and the myth of medusa. - 2020
When we come across a photograph, we come across a piece of time and space turned to stone by the gaze, the gaze of the camera, as if medusa herself created it.
The part of Medusa’s story that fascinates me the most
is the image of her sitting in the middle of a forest,
except instead of trees she is surrounded by statues of
what were once humans.
As medusa is surrounded by petrified people, we are surrounded by petrified pieces of time and space, photograps.
Going through my image archive is like walking
through medusa’s forest, every time I create
work I stroll past thousands of people and
moments turned to stone.