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Anna Pistacchio
Spektrum July 2017

July 2017


Roland Barthes says Spectrum is the return of the previous -the dead-, which allows the intrusion of the phantasmagorical into the apparition of a subject/objet interrupting the image narrative. The spectre, in this sense, makes the record legibility more complex to the extent that material effects of that error require and claim to name and define what is the appeared or (re)appeared.

In this work Spektrum, to materialise the spectre narratively and visually means to build from the terror and chance provoked by the fails of the photographic act itself, revealing as white or spectral beams of light and random double exposures. This spectral characters, in narrative terms for this photographic series, as Derrida in Spectres of Marx said, is the presence of the other who lives inside, insistently, with harassment, which becomes present and (re)appears time after time. This host ghost looks at us and sees us. A spectral dissymmetry interrupts here any specularity. It desynchronises, it leads to anachronism. Derrida calls Visor Effect what we cannot see one who watches and introduces itself stealthily in intimacy. This spectre will always be other (you or me) and its presence anticipates with patience, anxiety and fascination at the same time. As a binominal set: Presence/Absence. Effectiveness/Infectiveness. Life/Death and it is in this set when these multiple images come together, like an overlap between one another as telling a story not so always told.

And what does the eye actually see? What does it expect?

To see without being seen. Its apparition make it appear also invisible with its own armour, but the gun is difficult to hide. In this case, sometimes, it is hard to control, when the eye tries to maintain the control of the framing. When the photographic roll gets blocked, the eye is not precisely the one who keeps control of the situation but the spectral character that appears in the photographic act and the image themselves.

/And that discomfort never stops
/Like a pill wrongly swallowed

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