Junsui じゅんすい (photo series & film)

 

Stop frame animation with music by Asa Chang & Junray

 

Book Introduction by Kate McLarnon

Where does he go looking for the dark? I, where do I go looking for the dark to bring up between my white teeth to tell you? Under bridges? In the body, between pages. Staring hard through the darkroom, that joinery, looking for you between the beams and in the water. The places you look.

Black lines hard along an edge. Feel across the fringes with fingers interwound (can I tell yours from mine?).

Searching out the bleached bones of the image we found instead flesh unexpressed by light. Shocking, half known arms thrown around dreams. Tiny flares break across the surface.

The pictures we found, trying to forget the light.

And the sea fast against the grain of land. Broken rocks above the field of colour. Tips of rock wet by chemicals, I break off secrets (come away in my hands), revealing lost bodies hidden deeper and nearer, distant like childhood.

The black slips between the rain, reminding my body. Time moves differently in the dark, in the water.

Surfaces meet without warning. Wet heat merging into air, the ideal of lines long lost with the light. These prints, like sudden pressing my face against black marble, veins of light in a hard depth.

The shutter gasps and the black rushes in. 

I am not taking these to tell you what you already know. I'll spread my fingers and let the shadows run through, feel for the paper, finding only the chinks in the grain and let the light drip in. The form is changed by time, the moment outgrows you. Look longer than you mean to.

Breath peaking like rock.

I first fell in love in the dark. Outlined, thrown from a flower of firelight calling across the rocks. There were slight birds of light disturbing the sea. Grades of grey cut down a cheekbone, and a deep wet badge of black, my mortal fear of her mouth and a strand piercing the clouds around her lips.

 

 

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