Talking to yourself – "the first sign of madness"

There is a real irony to my choice of image to accompany my very first post. Like any virgin, I stumbled through my first experience of posting a blog not knowing what my true aim and purpose was through such an act. Mostly I feel it is a selfish concern, a want to inflict upon others, often unknown to ourselves, our hopes and fears. These are parceled up in the brown paper and string that is the vain hope that our defining individuality is not the under score of isolation. Still going back to the picture and why it is ironic. In both these images and the act of writing this blog I seem to be creating a conversation with an illusion and fabricated compatriot/ space. What is funnier is that I seem happy in my illusion, needing no reply. For reference the two images are part of a set of 8, 4 pairs. Each pair shows myself from infront and behind. They document the act of recalling only from memory a gallery scace in the south of England in as much detail as I could remember. Through reciting aloud, I constructed this space within the city of Berlin. Why, because the images which were then used in an installation within that very gallery space was an exploration of voids. The other components of the installation were images taken from a jacket with cameras in both the front and back. Simultaneously both cameras would take a picture, uncomposed but documenting that which stood before and behind myself. What I was interested in was not what was in the images but the space that sat between the two images. The sum of both is the void between. The resulting prints were then re-photographed through the back of each image and then incorporated within a sculptural form.