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.