Self-Portraits To Disappear: Slonim Woods, New York 1997-2001

"Plants are now no longer distinguished from animals, insects identical with rose petals adorn a bush...and then plants are confused with stones. Rocks look like brains, stalactites like breasts..."  

-Gustave Flaubert

Self-portraits to Disappear were made within slumbering, exurban, communal terrains which beckoned Houdini-like transgressions of disappearance, escape, and reappearance.

However futile and fantastical, body doubling for solitary performances before the camera makes way for gestures compelled not by day, within the stiflingly regulated structures of architecture, but by night, the body evoked under cast of darkness in abandoned, baroque landscapes.

Here, amidst fast, futuristic colors, slow and yielding time-zones and past and present avatars, the body morphs in the constantly changing light.