THE PORTLAND MERCURY - 5.25.06-5.31.06 |
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ZOE CROSHER
BY JOHN MOTLEY
According to Allan Sekula (one of Zoe Crosher's professors at CalArts),
Los Angeles cannot be definitively documented. Sekula believes the city
can never take on a static essence because the reality of LA is constantly
trying to catch up to the fantasy of what it should be. In response, Crosher
spent five years photographing what is undeniably essential to the city:
change and transition. In her Out the Window project, Crosher has compiled
31 images shot from hotels surrounding LAX, each documenting a plane making
its descent into the airport. At small A projects this month, the entire
body of work has been collected for the first time since she began Out
the Window in 2001.
Using the imagery of travel—namely, hotels and airplanes—Crosher
depicts LA as an anchorless no man's land. The city's interiors are anonymous
spaces, where every aspect of the rooms she photographs is undoubtedly
replicated in the unseen rooms on either side. The exteriors are equally
void of identity: urban sprawl, lots full of parked cars, and hazy gray
skies. Any document that is captured is profoundly temporal, relegated
to the split second the shutter curtain opens, so that an airplane appears
tiny and stationary in the corner of a window.
What charges these images with a sense of specificity is the insistent
presence of the photographer herself. In some pieces, the camera's flash
is reflected in a glint of light in the window. In others, the traces
of Crosher's presence are less subtle: the rumpled comforter of a slept-in
bed or, as in "LAX Topper Hotel," a paper bag and plastic
cup from Burger King. In fact, as part of the project, Crosher spent the
night in each room photographed, and created her images early the following
morning—adding a performative aspect to the process. This seems
appropriate given that the images, which are occasionally blurry or overexposed,
place far greater emphasis on concept than technical virtuosity. Crosher
may concede to the impossibility of preserving any permanent truth about
LA. But, in the focused documentations of Out the Window, she finds an
apt metaphor for a city in a constant state of change. |
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