"If something looks wrong there is probably something wrong." ↘
River Valley—from Transfigurations (32”x40” Gelatin Silver Print)
Bucky Miller in Conversation with Photographer Michael Lundgren
In Michael Lundgren’s kitchen there is something called the cabinet of death. It houses mostly artifacts that the photographer collects…
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I am captivated by death and entropy, specifically in relationship to the human body. I am enthralled by the ways deterioration aesthetically alters the skin and surface of humans, animals, and inanimate objects. The appearance of entropy shows itself through the phases of rigor mortis, impermanent marks on the body, and delicate bubbles. The subjects act as visceral reminders of one’s own body, fragility, and finiteness. I study objects to cope with the inevitability of death, and to help gain a better insight of my impermanence. The sea, apart from its own cyclical importance, acts as a visual reminder and metaphor for the ebb and flow of life.
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The house is quiet. They have gone to bed, leaving me alone, and the electric timer has just switched off the living-room lights. It feels like the house has finally turned on its side to fall asleep. Years ago I would have gone through my mother’s purse for one of her cigarettes and smoked in the dark. It was a magical time that the house was mine.
Tonight, however, I am restless. I sit at the dining-room table; rummage through the refrigerator. What am I looking for?
All day long I’ve been scavenging, poking around in rooms and closets, peering at their things, studying them. I arrange my rolls of exposed film into long rows and count and recount them as if they were lost. There are twenty-eight.
What drives me to continue this work is difficult to name. It has more to do with love than with sociology, with being a subject in the drama rather than a witness. And in the odd and jumbled process of working everything shifts; the boundaries blur, my distance slips, the arrogance and illusion of immunity falters. I wake up in the middle of the night, stunned and anguished. These are my parents. From that simple fact, everything follows. I realize that beyond the rolls of film and the few good pictures, the demands of my project and my confusion about its meaning, is the wish to take photography literally. To stop time. I want my parents to live forever.
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