What can we possibly mean by the title “Film is not Dead”? When someone mutters, “film is dead”, we can’t take this as a description of a present reality. It’s not as though film has already assimilated with the void, banished into the no-place from whence it came. Instead, when we hear “film is dead” we should admit that the murder is in progress. The utterance is itself the executioner. Likewise our affirmation conveys its own sorcery. This is a spiritual work, not necromancy, but something else, the obverse of a death dealing blow—a life giving tug.
The sacred character of a photographer’s negative remains as a last vestige of orthodoxy. The photographer isn’t only an artist, the photographer bears witness to a time and place, making the contingent and localized flow of lives and matter into a timeless testimony of a world that once existed. A pristine negative is divine, a brief glimpse into a real that was, a piece of omniscience
Statement written by Anthony Morreale
This show goes until November 7th 2015