All the Time Not in the World
I was casting about for a title for this ongoing series of staged photographs of domestic and studio objects, still life thrown together urgently from things at hand. The arrangements of objects form precarious stacks, absurdist jokes, a way for me to turn over the question – what art do you make in a time of emergency when it feels like time is running out?
Then I read this from Margaret Atwood via Ali Smith’s Artful:
“‘The act of writing takes place at the moment when Alice passes through the mirror. At this one instant, the glass barrier between the doubles dissolves, and Alice is neither here nor there, neither art nor life, neither the one thing nor the other, though at the same time she is all of these at once. At that moment time itself stops, and also stretches out, and both writer and reader have all the time not in the world.’”