Works for Sale
Cycling around the city from historic site to sight - it was hard to digest. History was written large all over it, the burning of the books and so on. A postcard from a small shop pictured a giant statue of Marx but that had long since gone and was buried in the ground somewhere. Absence seemed oddly present as I tried to take it all in.
These images were the artist's first attempt at becoming a camera.
In order to do this photographic paper was cut into strips small enough to go into her mouth cavity. These slivers of paper were inserted in a blackened studio and lamps were used to expose the scenes on the paper. Traces of light bulbs, hands and ghostly faces appeared. That it actually worked seemed like a small miracle. Her expectations of it working were low.
The impetus to make the work was to pass beyond the discourse of photography as an objectifying mechanism by making the act of photographing and...
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The photographs were not indicative of a memory. She simply did not have this capacity to access any of her past, nor even any understanding of this as a lack. Instead, the photographs could only be memory in the making. 
(It Has To Be This Way¹)