We’ve been living in the age of the image for close to a century now, with written word falling more and more by the wayside as time went on and TV took over, but the past two decades have introduced the age of the digital image, which is something completely different and much more powerful.
He knows how it feels leave a bathroom and find that everyone has left without telling him. He knows what it feels like to run through the cold night after them. He knows what it feels like when they collectively turn at his shout, and half-smile, and maybe offer an “Oh here he is!”, before going back to their conversations.
As I sit to write this piece of art criticism I stare into the living room I share with my mother…