Nothing
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What do you get to see? It's entirely unclear.
Pictures in any case.
Pictures of overwhelming penetration, pictures that expose their effects free of care.
Pictures that don't reflect a direct encounter or memory. Pictures that were somehow photographically generated yet neither "capturing", depicting, nor pretending to bear any relationship whatsoever to the encounter, rendering the photo in its story as the absolute "representational medium".
An example: two mighty buck elk in confrontation congealed in the acuity of a chimerical close-up. The powerful palms share the same stark illumination as the warm earth-brown fur of the muscular creatures; giants in startling meticulousness. The eruptive seen played out in a flat stage-like landscape oddly decolorized, transitioning into black and white. The ambiance of the combat motif is interspersed with elements neither localizing nor rendering the occurrence in the foreground believable. —A storm of light, the flight of stones, the diagonal agitation of spherical commotion. The image space is void of relational depth to the animals' bodies. It is acutely subjected to another perspective as the urgency of the presentation is theatrically accentuated by something revealing itself as a mere backdrop. As such the elk seem to be posing in a diorama in the foreground of a painted primeval world, sharply contoured and collage-like separated from that which is bestowing drama to the occurrence. This however, artificiality makes an all the more pressing demand for the promise of reality. The intersection of the image planes, the continuous focus, the brokenness of coloring always steers the eye most tormentingly back to the colossal central motif and to the question of what one is actually dealing with.
The image space is void of relational depth to the animals' bodies. It is acutely subjected to another perspective as the urgency of the presentation is theatrically accentuated by something revealing itself as a mere backdrop. As such the elk seem to be posing in a diorama in the foreground of a painted primeval world, sharply contoured and collage-like separated from that which is bestowing drama to the occurrence.
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