turning a wet page, glass, found frames, mylar, 2020
When I returned to my homeland (Philippines), I found that many of my family photos got wet from a storm and now only exist as pools of ink on glossy paper. My aunt refuses to get rid of them as they are what is left of my family’s earliest photographs. While the function of photography is drowned, absorbing with it the subject or site of event, I hope to explore the slippery potential of the ruined. turning a wet page is a collage of storm-ruined family photographs puzzled together on glass. Reminiscent of Abstract Expressionist paintings, these photographs, and my family’s refusal to discard them, challenges the function of photography, representation, and object.