NoPlace, Oslo proudly presents:
ZOOM IN, FADE OUT, THE END
Hanne Grieg Hermansen
03.05.13 – 12.05.13
Opening: Friday 03.05.13, 20.00 - 23.00
Opening hours 14-17, Saturdays and Sundays
The Blind Mind
An infrared image is a naked image. The infrared image sees what is beneath surface. What is surface? Material. The warmth of a face is beyond it. Does a blind mind see images? No. The blind mind sees nothing, which is hard to imagine. The blind mind feels the image though. The blind mind can measure your features based on the warmth of your body. The blind mind can’t afford to focus on surface. The infrared is traces. Traces of red. Traces of blood flowing through veins. Traces of those veins warming up fabric. The blind mind creates images by touching. The blind minds hands are eyes.
Is a drawing made with photographic precision a photograph or a drawing? The photographic drawing is the blind man's photograph. The infrared photograph is the blind man's drawing. When you close your eyes in the cinema you notice the flickering even more. The flickering becomes a sensation. Light is waves.
If you turn blind, in the beginning images can be imagined, but after a while the brain can not even generate images, because memory itself is unable to preserve visual images over time. The mind needs a reference point. The visual memory needs to be fed with new images to keep the old ones. The blind mind sees nothing but feels everything.
All memories are resampled based on new ones. No memories are authentic to the core. Sensations, like traces of heat, has more lasting effects on our neurological system than visual memories. Visual memories are not memories, but who can forget the smell of a loved one? It’s impossible. The cognitive mind will preserve it, even though the conscious visual memory wants to let that person go, and start anew. Having a photographic memory is creating strong mental images immediately and then connecting them to the archive of images, to strengthen them.
Drawing preserves the sensation of moments by applying the grains by hand. There is censorship in drawing, endless censorship. The drawing can never be finished, can never be perfect. The photographic image can never be altered without becoming untrue. The photograph will be undone when drawn. It’s a mental picture now. A picture applied by the blind mind's eye. The blind mind is satisfied with the dullness of reality. By developing the image by hand over an extended period of time the process of drawing follows the logic of the blind. It’s an act of meditation. Photographs are acts that violate reality.
The infrared film doesn’t exist any more. It’s a digital filter now. A fake entity. A mathematical process. The blind man's eyes don’t need any filters. The blind mind's eye can not see the landscape outside the window, but he can feel the pane of the window, and the cold of the glass, and sense – not see – the drop of water climbing downwards, waiting to be neutralized by the pane. We remember a moment because we were lost in thought, not because we paid attention. If we paid attention we wouldn’t remember anything. We would be oblivious. The mind would be busy with experiencing the sensations of the body, not the visual impact of the momentor the fragments of perceptive lies evolving it.
The show is over. The audience gets up to collect their coats. Their traces of heat have been preserved in the seats. The next theater-goer blends his heat with the one before him. His back recording time.
Time filled with life.