Archive or atlas? From the Production of Roberto Valaco…


Am I to be recovered from these resurrected pictures? Hours, days spent

shuffling photo upon photo, pausing on one, then another, staring at a face, a

tree, a horizon for minutes on end, laying them out on the table or the floor,

arranging and rearranging them in a neverending series of haphazard grids,

searching for that–that–which is not there, not in the image, but rather all-but-

there, out of the image, with the image, without the image. A void that seeps

through, burns through even the most opaque surface of these images

that can be no thing but surface to me…


— Roberto Valaco, Notebooks (I, 14a, excerpt)

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