The photographs I took in 2003 on a trip to Las Vegas, show topical views of swimming pools within an artificially watered, actually arid place in the Desert Nevada. I was interested in the way they fell out of the structure of the landscape, through their color and form.
To no avail, they tried to fit into the street roster like puzzle pieces. To the static, dusty gray brown of the house rows, their vital blue associated itself. Order in a precarious state. Heat and cool ? dryness and water ? movement and immobility found their place in contrast to each other here.
David Hockney`s paintings came into my mind, with their deep blue, in the glowing light if California.
A lonely pool, a promise, cool, a counter – world of movement in the middle of the afternoon immobilized by the heat. The geometry of the big splash, created 1967, in mind, I began spinning connections to my photographs.
Postproduction, the production after the production – memory of that which was, of the image, but simultaneously mixing with the own and that which is alien ? what exists, what is real? The same? The similar? The „new“ in combination?
right angle planar dark blue – cool
It took him two weeks to paint the splash
the splash lasts a second – freeze
what is the pool and what is the splash?
what is the pool and what is the splash?
is the pool source, resource
is the splash the initation
the punctum
the interface – man | matter intellect | emotion
knowledge | realization ? from others to myself
the splash is attestation of a touch – not only
a scratch in the surface, evidence of penetration
maybe it is a connection between something that does not belong together – bridging a gap
our body is made up of over 70% water
our blood is more than 80% water
our brain is over 75% water
our liver is 96% water
Flash ist Pflicht!