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"Memories" series
ft. Mia Sol and Zsofia Gyongyosi
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Vertical Memory, 1997 (detail)
Set of 21 Iris prints with text plaques
Each 12 1/2 x 19 1/2 inches (31.7 x 49.5 cm)
Apr18-May31 2008, Tue-Sat 10am-6pm
Vertical Memory is one group of a series of Conceptual Photographs.
It's entering a dialogue with photography as a media.
Vertical Memory consists of 21 identical portraits with 21 different texts either all in English or all in Japanese.
It was created putting together photographs of my father, my husband, and my son. I selected photographs of them facing the same direction, overlapped them and morphed them.
From the moment I was born to the moment I will pass away, men have always been present in my life.
Every photo represents the man who was looking over me at a precise moment when I went through an important situation of my life.
And how much of my life I have spent, taken, lying down.
Vertical Memory
1997
Doctor I
I remember being born and looking into his eyes. He picked me up and slapped my bottom I screamed.
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Father
I was two-and-a-half when I arrived in San Francisco on a liner to meet him for the first time. He came on board, kissed my mother, and then looked at me looking up at him.
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Stranger
My mother was late in coming home to the hotel we had been staying at. I went in front of the elevator and waited for her. A man who came out of the elevator told me that I should not be standing there and he would help me find my mother. I remember him being very kind, but my mother got very upset about it all.
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Teacher
In our elementary school, he was always irritable and we girls were terribly scared of him. Later, he died of cancer of the stomach. “No wonder he was irritable. He was probably not a bad person,” commented my mother.
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Shosei (a young male assistant)
He had oily hands and a red face with a big grin and took me to school. I didn’t like him, so I would walk very fast. But he always caught up with me. I told my mother that I could go to school by myself. “You still don’t know how scary the world is, Yoko. A girl cannot go anywhere without an escort,” said my mother.
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Doctor II
During the war, I was sent to Nagano Prefecture with my younger brother, younger sister and a maid to avoid the bombing, He mad a few house calls when I became ill from malnutrition. One day, he told me to close my eyes as he examined me. I felt very uncomfortable. Suddenly, warm, wet lips were pressed on my mouth. I froze. As I opened my eyes I saw him looking down at me.
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Doctor III
He had one tooth missing and smelled of alcohol. He took my appendix out.
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He took my tonsils out so that I wouldn’t keep catching cold.
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Doctor V
He was a psychiatrist who told me my problem was that I was not dating.
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Doctor VI
He took my wisdom teeth out.
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Doctor VII
He performed a few abortions.
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Doctor VIII
He delivered my son and daughter.
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Artist I (X111)
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Artist II (XIV)
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Artist III (XV)
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Artist IV (XVI)
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Artist V (XVII)
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Artist VI (XVIII)
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Priest
He was called in to perform the last rites and suggested I give my last confession. I refused.
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Doctor IX
He closed my eyes. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” I said. “You can’t close my mind’s eye!”
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Attendant
I saw a dark hole in a shape of an arch. I saw my body being slid into it. It looked like the arch I came out at birth, I thought. I asked where it was going to take me to. The guy stood there looking at me without saying a word, as I lay down. It all seemed very familiar. What percentage of my life did I take it lying down? That was the last question I asked in my mind.
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52 of 2011: week #03: memories
Family heirloom - I have many photo albums of photos taken with this camera, even the one I used here which is my mother.
BTW the image of my mother has not been added in photoshop. It was taken through the lens of the camera. I just had to line it up carefully.
... as we walk in fields of gold
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"Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely"
. - Becky Aligada
Thank heavens for days like Wednesday... "Everything was so good"!! Perfect for the day.... recharging the soul... perfect for the future... memories to replay.
A friend is a person who hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails. - Source Unknown
Thanks to the group "115 Pictures in 2015" this Teddybear sat perky and bright.....although a little bit worse for wear after 35 years in the loft. Teddy now at 69 years old, was Janina's (my cuddly wife) favorite when she was 3 years of age.
Theme #47 - A Childhood Memory
The opening of the Fanzone in Victoria Square a free event, Christchurch February 13, 2015 New Zealand.
Situated at Victoria Square from 13-23 February, the Fanzone will be a hub for cricket fans of all ages and will be the starting point for the ICC Cricket World Cup 2015 New Zealand Fantrail that leads all the way to Hagley Oval.
The Fanzone will feature something for everyone with food and beverage stands, backyard cricket games, prize giveaways, family days, face-painting, cult-movies and live big-screen coverage of all the games from Hagley Oval.
26/05/2008 Added to Themed Weekly Contests More than a memory
20/05/2008 Added to Scientist Photographer's Theme Week 111 Boundless - 4th
ready to get back in the water
Corridors of Our Memories
By David Harris
Down the corridors of our memories,
we stroll whenever we can,
finding snippets of our life left behind.
Loves that we wanted but lost,
heartaches that fell upon us
in those long ago days.
We stroll down the corridors
looking for things we forgot
finding little pockets
that we had forgotten about.
Little treasure that made our life full
now only a memory from a faraway hill
that we once climbed,
but will never climb again.
Faces flicker passed as if on some movie screen
of people from our past never to be seen again.
All of them deposited along
the corridors of our memories
where we like to stroll along
every now and then.
(This snap is dedicated to someone who is the inspiration of my photography)
nikon FE2
kodak portra 400
nikkor AI-s 18mm f/3.5
Aug. 2014
processed and scanned at Nation Photo, Paris
In memory of San Francisco Fire Department Lieutenant Vincent Perez and Firefighter - Paramedic Anthony Valero who were fatally injured while fighting a house fire on June 2 2011 , Coit Tower was bathed in red light. Coit Tower exists in great part due to a bequeathment by Lillie Hitchcock Coit (1842 - 1929), a wealthy wacky woman of San Francisco who greatly admired the Fire Department. It is probably no small coincidence Coit Tower greatly resembles the nozzle of a firehouse.
RIP, Firemen, and thank you for your hard work and dedication. Your sacrifice won't be forgotten.
Our memory is a landscape, our bodies are its map. We can trace lines with our fingers that will take us down roads, we can find markings that symbolize a monument in our past; these are our scars.
For a series on mapping, I took to photographing the physical and psychological impression scars leave on a person. The ambiguity of the physical in the photograph is to pair with the ambiguity of the quote, not depicting the incident or injury, but acting as a brief view into the human psyche. Rather than romanticized and sensationalized, the photographs are gritty depictions of gritty truths.
The series Memory Markings has been made into a limited edition book which can be bought at Toronto's Gladstone Hotel briefly.