CORNER DRY LUNGS
Corner Dry Lungs
2024
Hundreds of meters of silver gelatin paper exposed, developed, and rinsed with a black hose, directly in the museum.
Chemicals and water everywhere; on my skirt, on my skin, suede shoes soaked for days and nights –– it’s a mess; this work is about grief and it was a hard one to make.
Corner Dry Lungs is a site-specific process-based photographic installation exhibited at Zollamt MMK Frankfurt, curated by Lukas Flygare
exhibition view photographed by Mathilde Agius
rinsed black photographs in garbage bags before being unfolded and stapled on black panels
gesture II – develop
process
27.09.2024
Paper. I exposed it, developed it, did not fix it, rinsed it roughly, and put it in a garbage bag to have it out of the way. It’s very heavy. I crumpled it, took the contaminated paper out of the bag and stapled it onto a support. It was flipped from laying down horizontally to the vertical so the paper would cry till dryness. And I moved on to the next piece. Death logistics, funeral rituals, burying, reanimating, supporting structures, lacerate and Lazarett, patients, like many patients in a hospital, waiting, constellation, consolation, weight, wet, exhaustion of my body – my back hurts, really hurts, – and of the developer.
detail of a lungs, photographed by Mathile Agius
Contenance (table 01)
photographic object, part of a photographic assemblage (used photographic chemicals, contaminated water, buckets, canisters, vitrines, garbage bags, rubber gloves,
plastic sheets, tables)
photographed by Mathilde Agius
photographic object, part of a photographic assemblage (used photographic chemicals, contaminated water, buckets, canisters, vitrines, garbage bags, rubber gloves,
plastic sheets, tables)
photographed by Mathilde Agius
lungs 25
photographic object (silver gelatin paper, chemical residue, wood, paint, staples)
411 cm x 411 cm x 5 cm
2024
photographed by Mathilde Agius
corner dry lungs
Akosua Viktoria Adu-Sanyah, 02.02.2024
corner dry lungs, grey knees.
breaking in front of the memory
the chest crying.
moldy leaning death
ripped me juicy, fell alone.
fruit dripping like a fruit ripped
I remember the ground.
I sit until I remember
went unbearable –
poem written and handprinted in the color darkroom for ROUGH TIDE