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The Kiss
(2018)

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polymere and acid etching
silkscreen and risography
various sizes
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There are images we cannot forget.
Because they terrified us, because they were forbidden, because we did not understand them.
They left scars in our memory.

I saw an image once that I wasn’t supposed to see—an image of death and an image of love. It had been hidden, almost forgotten, for decades. I went up the stairs, I opened the box, and I saw it. It felt like a sacrilegeous act to even lay eyes on it. I put it back in the box, I climbed down the stairs and tried to forget it, but I couldn’t.

A few years later, I returned to it, looking at it again, diving into it. And it became something new: a fragile picture, of a moment so intimate.





                          

Mark