We know that under the revealed image there is another one which is more faithful to reality and under this one there is yet another and again another under this last one down to the true image of that absolute mysterious reality that nobody will ever see or perhaps not until the decomposition of every image, every reality.
Antonioni's Blow Up was one of the iconic films of 1960s London. It has as its central motif, an ordinary city park, in which a young fashion photographer comes to believe he has photographed a possible murder. In his studio he exposes the details of the crime through a series of blow-ups. With each enlargement the original image becomes a mysterious constellation of abstract marks, from which he struggles to find clarity and meaning.
On seeing the film again after many years, the scene in the park uncovered a dislocation between London (which is now partly in my imagination) and the west of Ireland where I live today. The artificial landscape of the park embodied my own recollections of London, but also unexpectedly, a notion of rural Ireland. As a kind of 'metropolitan pastoral', the images of the park became a starting point for a series of paintings relating to migration, loss, and notions of home.
For more info visit:
Blow Up and Other Stories, Emma Hill Fine Art, Eagle Gallery, London - 5th February - 4th March 2016
Ruth Borchard Self Portrait Competition, King's Place Gallery London, 21st June - 22nd September 2013