Isolated comparments

 

«Through a shrill loudspeaker, she asks me to repeat myself. I poke a few bills through the slot. Out of the corner of my eye I notice someone behind the yellow line on the floor. I see my own reflection and press myself closer to the glass in order to read her lips. She scrapes the microphone and the loudspeaker screeches again. A ticket comes back through the slot. For a split second I touch her fingertip before our meeting is over. A signal sounds and behind me someone crosses the line.»

 

 

Taken during the autumn of 2007 these images of the young Swedish visual artist David Molander depict places and space where one of the individuals is screened off, closed-in and perhaps even protected in an isolated compartment. However these presences, so framed as to seem little comforting, speak of a silent and familiar urban poetic, made up of brief gestures, and fleeting glances, and words left over in the rush to move elsewhere or to stay on the move fearing not to appear at all. Figures taken by surprise, real as pathetic, seem frozen in a position that causes us some embarrassment and an unattractive feeling.

 

 

Photo:

© Courtesy of David Molander

www.davidmolander.com

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