Longing / “,, dont overthink it hahahaha”

 

Returning to a picture I took of Denzell: Turning Tangible, I notice something eerie: in one of the sepia-tinted polaroids LUN3R had pasted on the wall, there stands a skinny figure in a white tee—

 

Wait, could it be?

 

—I look harder, squinting. The head is blotted out by a violent splotch of white correction fluid—

 

                                      Not me?

 

—and both arms hang loosely by their body, slipping out of frame…

 

                                                       WHO WHERE ARE YOU… ?’

 

             Turning Tangible is a material manifestation of D, an imaginary friend of the artist’s,

             as L helpfully explained to a curious visitor.               There is an iPhone displaying a

playlist of songs;                               there is a scrapbook    illustrations of LUN3R and D;

             there is     wall of polaroid negatives.         Yet, despite all this, despite the array      of

objects manifest with personality and       coherence and intensity of a     fantasy       imagined

over the years, something is still missing—the altar is missing its god.                           The

installation could very well have been                                       , for that is precisely what is on

display:                 .
 

 

 

It surprises me how crowded loneliness can be: all these black polaroids scribbled over with luminescent longing, all these ghosts lurking nearby and not one turning tangible, no matter how long or hard you squint.

 

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