I am here to pay attention. To heed the visible world in its manifestations, as mundane as they might appear, yet leaking some sense of discomfort, like images that don’t fully adhere to the world that holds them, telling us of their slippages.

So yes, it is about making images, but mostly it's the act of looking back at images that entrances me and holds me in place. In the work of multiple associations and the questions it poses to any sense of meaning, I find some openings in what Aby Warburg, refers to as a Denkraum (a composite of Denken – thinking or reflection – and Raum – space) translated as a thinking space.

In that thinking space, I am relieved not to be the only maker, and I become aware –just by the act of pressing the button– of inhabiting ways of speaking and being in the world in which the modern/colonial order of aesthetics continues to shape our experiences, each one of us in unique but interdependent ways, free and bound at once by the knowledge that 'a universal right to see is a fraud' (Azoulay, 2019).

The idea of a lost, fictional text of interpretation of these assemblages, is what I keep coming back to, shaped by a sense of a haunting presence wishing to speak from all things we give attention to. Perhaps it's just another name for an embedded history, the one that will never be completed, a myth of things speaking for themselves.

I know it's only a fiction, something I wish to believe in. But it keeps me curious.