The way you conjure Ignatius Maximus Anonymous as both a guardian and a kind of myth feels absolutely right for the subject. There’s something deeply moving about the idea that every forgotten photograph has its own silent witness, someone who both honors and protects those lost moments. I’m especially struck by the line, “A lens is not an eye, but a wound. Light enters. Time leaks.” It’s haunting and beautiful, and it lingers long after reading. I can’t wait to see how this series unfolds. Thank you for reminding us that even the unclaimed and unseen images still matter. I will participate!
Maybe the double x in Maximus is a nod to him spanning the 20th century…
hum... Good point Emily. I like that.
The way you conjure Ignatius Maximus Anonymous as both a guardian and a kind of myth feels absolutely right for the subject. There’s something deeply moving about the idea that every forgotten photograph has its own silent witness, someone who both honors and protects those lost moments. I’m especially struck by the line, “A lens is not an eye, but a wound. Light enters. Time leaks.” It’s haunting and beautiful, and it lingers long after reading. I can’t wait to see how this series unfolds. Thank you for reminding us that even the unclaimed and unseen images still matter. I will participate!
Beautiful comment Sunshine. Thank you.