September 09 2005

Text By Greg Fallis

It's not surprising that travel is a derivation of travail, which refers to hardship and suffering. Modern travel is an exercise in disorientation. The airports all look the same. The people in the airports all look the same. The other travelers, the redcaps, the ticket agents...all the same, everywhere we go. How is it possible to know where we are?

That sense of dislocation...of existing outside of ordinary time and place...is palpable in this marvelous image. The world and everything in it morphs into an oppressive, indistinct blur. It’s not a malevolent world; it's worse...it's indifferent. Our shield against that indifference is the lens. Our riposte to the oppression is to reveal its beauty.