A sign stand in a public space is the site of direct informative communication. Sometimes with an instruction or a direction, it is meant to impart the information needed to act; to stand in line, to wait here or there, to go into such and such store for the sale, to entice, to guide, to get across. What does a poetic sign do in a place of signs, in a landscape of signs?
With the title as text on the other side, the collage is wishing, wanting, and longing, an impossible wishing, wanting and longing, for things unattainable but nevertheless meaningful. A collage wishing it was the laundry folded on a bed, A collage wishing it was a lights in a city at night, A collage wishing it was what people think of when they think of a collage.
How do we use images to illicit desire? How do we use images instruct? How do we use images to reach out? How do we use images to circumvent the prescribed desires? These re-constructed images, now as collages, are from the material of redundant commerce-induced pleas, of continuous newness and shininess, only to be passé a moment later. But really aren’t all photographic images like that, aren’t all photographic images really about a kind of death? A moment is captured, fixed in a static confine of paper or pixels and it becomes the antithesis of life but we need it and we want it. We are a silly inadequate desiring animal and, in our inadequacies, there is the potential for acceptance and delight. To delight in what is uncertain and ever-evasive in this accumulation of death-as-life in the form of images around us.