The Salem Variations
The Nullz is a collection of graphic dislocations and reassemblies from magazine ads. A round trip from the printed page to the printed image. Synthetic landscapes that point to an inescapable information ecology. The ad content has not yet dissappeared but obfuscated.
Based on scanned magazine pages.
Yawning Indigo
The Moisture of Fog
A Hesitant Morning
Looking Down Drone
Media Landscapes -
Traversing an Ad
On a Sunday we arrived. Even with our eyes shut the closeness to the destination could be easily anticipated. The FM transmission shuffled between the signal of a voice and a bank of static that seemed manufactured by the forest as a whole. Sounds shapeshifted sliding lubriciously as noise, before suddenly precipitating into form as police sirens, weather forecasts, truck dealer promos, no down payments and coke, that tastes like cherry.
Along the road some scattered cottages appeared, some even with goats, horizontal pupils and all. Last time we were here we had the same thing for supper. Grease on top of grease, with sausages and starch from a potato.
The car was left down in the valley marked with a downward pointing arrow on the phone. The arrow moved slightly. As if the car struggled to exist strobing its own materiality.
Flash, flashlight, drones; and cameras with some camping equipment. We carried onward. As we walked uphill the forest felt thicker and fuller; as if the altitude allowed it to articulate itself better. Treetop clearings imbibed a liquid sense of time to the scene. Giving way to the experience of traversing time zones of darkness and light desynchronized from whatever the wristwatch insisted on.
Near the river at the clearing, someone appeared. He squatted, cigarette in hand, looking over his right shoulder; satisfied. He stood still for a long moment and then seemed to relax briefly never touching his cigarette again. As we passed him, an awkward urge to apologize arose, as we disturbed the picturesque with our presence.
Nearing the night, Josh’s flash dumped its charge a fist distance from me as I was trailing behind him. Blinded missteps took place that twisted my ankle. Pain shot upwards as it escaped my mouth in a scream as I fell; purple-hazed.
At his suggestion, we made camp right there and then. Him pointing at my ankle quickly becoming a bulbous purple painful thing. Fairly accommodated at the tent I could listen to him smashing, gathering, and bundling wood for a fire.
Moisture trapped inside the wood made the fire crackle ambers towards the sky in a stream of orange glow. Engulfed upwards they seemed at moments, as if inhaled from above.
Taiga, tundra; mountain. Mountain range. Cliff, coast, glacier; polar regions of the Earth. Shrubland, forest; rainforest. Woodland, jungle, steppe, and valley became the materialized reality surrounding us. As the wood burned these different landscapes appeared in succession in the sky, scrolled and borealic, on top of the undulating sheets of smoke.
The next morning I woke up sweating a fever. Frail and achy I stepped outside with my camera. And took no images.
Roberto
August 2022
Salem ad found on Penthouse magazine
August 1980 page #169
10:00 AM Sun
Sunny
A Clearing With a Fever
Melting, Dripping and Colorful
All works available as a museum quality 26.5 x 40 in giclée print on Canson Rag Platine paper.
Edition of 5 + 2 A.P.
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Burnt Retina
Suddenly Appearing Lakes of Melted Snow
Cold Front
Telephoto with Afterimage
Clouds Found on a Lake
Clouds as Rain in the Sky
Silver and Cerulean Blue Reflected
Nearing the Night
Full Moon Rustle
A Very Cold Barrel
Nearing the Night
Shotgun in Hand
Stroll
Sitting on a Wet Rock
Surrounded by a Cloud
Raining on Top of Me
Flash Dump
Bomb Cyclone
Frozen Like a Picture
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