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dear fusia

Dear Fusia is a body of work made from found photographs, in this case a stash rescued from a cardboard box in my mother’s bedroom, just after she died. The potential of these photographs as time capsules immediately fascinated me, holding long-vanished moments in my own pre-history. They also hint tangentially at broad historical upheavals: the world my mother inhabited as a child was buffeted and reshaped by revolution, war and mass migration. I have long felt drawn to the now quaint idea that a single photograph once stood as the unique material testimony of, and memorial to, a significant or even life-changing event. My mother’s momentous departure from China, where she had lived up to the age of twenty, is marked by one quayside snapshot.

Soon, I found myself transfixed not only by these images, but also by the frail existence of the photographs themselves as material objects. In an age of digital snapping and sharing, this notion of the photograph’s materiality has all but been lost. The verso sides of these pictures became particularly compelling. In a previous body of work titled Verso, I scanned or re-photographed, and then printed the backs of these photographs in postcard size. Accumulated en masse, their mottled painterliness had an abstract beauty, but also evinced the traces – and told the story – of the passage of these objects from hand to hand, from album to desk, from purse to shoebox. Many of the backs of these photographs bore verbal inscriptions in idioms that seemed old fashioned, written in looped scripts that have since become outmoded.

In Dear Fusia, I focus on these inscriptions and dedications. I return to my mother’s photographs, wanting to transform these ephemeral scraps into photographic objects, estranging them from their source by amplifying them manyfold and having them printed on luxurious rag-paper. I focus on a small sub-category of photographs: those given as keepsakes, often tiny photos exchanged between my mother and her friends, her mother, her boyfriends, and finally her husband-to-be, my father. These dedications not only authenticate an experience with the ‘I was here’ stamp of validation, but also spell out an exchange between two people. ‘Remember me,’ they say, attempting to claim their tiny corner of immortality, but in fact showing how quickly people vanish, and how, across only a couple of generations, the memory of them evaporates. ‘Who’s Harry?’ I wonder, ‘Who’s Isa? I’ll never know.

The photographs track one person’s geographic dislocation, over several decades – from China to Israel to South Africa – and with it, the morphing of her name from the Russian Fusia to the anglicised Fay. To focus attention on the mnemonic haunting of these readymade photographs, I have superimposed on the prevailing verso side the faintest ghost of the recto side, thus transforming both. In this conflation, the photographs tell yet another story, a nomadic narrative of material objects and affective engagements, of which each individual image is a fragmentary, constitutive part.

This body of work was exhibited at Rooster Gallery, New York, March 2015; and The Gallery (Gallery of the South AFrican Research Chair in South AFrican Art and Visual Culture), October, 2016.

Opening talk by Terry Kurgan

Terry Kurgan introducing Dear Fusia