Exemplaire Signé / Signed Copy.
Il y a une sorte de récit qui circule, bien qu’insaisissable, il est évidemment personnel, mais pointant vers des choses plus grandes que lui-même.
Le livre comprend une postface de Robert Adams et un texte du musicien Bill Callahan.
Orri sentit qu’une approche conceptuelle de ces images serait étouffante et artificielle, c’est pourquoi le montage s’est progressivement réuni à travers un processus qui pourrait être décrit comme musical. Il ne voulait pas d’un texte académique, ou analytique, sur ce travail, un prérequis que Bill Callahan a instinctivement compris en apportant son texte d’accompagnement.
Orri utilise la photographie comme un outil d’apprentissage, par opposition à une illustration, embrassant la possibilité de l’œuvre transcrivant le sens au-delà de son contrôle – d’où la postface de Robert Adams ; texte de Bill Callahan, postface de Robert Adams, photos en n.b. et quelques unes en couleurs.
There is some kind of narrative floating around, although elusive, it’s obviously personal but pointing to things bigger than itself. The book includes an afterword by Robert Adams and a text by musician Bill Callahan.
Orri sensed that a conceptual approach to these images would be stifling and contrived, therefore the editing gradually came together through a process that could be described as musical. He did not want an academic, or analytical, text anywhere near this work, a prerequisite that Bill Callahan instinctively understood when contributing his accompanying prose. Orri uses photography as a learning device, as opposed to an illustrative one, embracing the possibility of the work transcribing meaning beyond his control – hence the afterword by Robert Adams.
“When our youngest son was six he woke up one night needing to go to the bathroom. The bathroom was in the basement of the house we lived in at the time so I took him in my arms and carried him down the steps, both of us half asleep. Halfway down the stairs he tightened his grip around me and mumbled through his sleep (in Icelandic, as written on the back cover of the book): “Your arms are so soft they are like lamb wool.”” -Orri
