THE WEIGHT OF WATER
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Alexander Chee writes in How to Write an Autobiographical Novel, “We are not what we think we are. The stories we tell of ourselves are like thin trails across something that is more like the ocean.” Beneath the faces we show the world are depths filled with other stories that belong to and shape us, like personal legends and cultural myths or even our literary worlds.
This series goes where Chee’s language points: down, past the surface into the tales we hold but can’t yet properly name. The images are planned with the subject on the surface and made on a single breath underwater. We come up, look, and go again. The weight of water is the effort of that dive, and also the weight of inheritance: the stories we carry down with us, and the ones we ferry back to the surface.
The Weight of Water unfolds in four chapters.
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The series is ongoing. There are more stories beneath the surface.
Alexander Chee writes in How to Write an Autobiographical Novel, “We are not what we think we are. The stories we tell of ourselves are like thin trails across something that is more like the ocean.” Beneath the faces we show the world are depths filled with other stories that belong to and shape us, like personal legends and cultural myths or even our literary worlds.
This series goes where Chee’s language points: down, past the surface into the tales we hold but can’t yet properly name. The images are planned with the subject on the surface and made on a single breath underwater. We come up, look, and go again. The weight of water is the effort of that dive, and also the weight of inheritance: the stories we carry down with us, and the ones we ferry back to the surface.
The Weight of Water unfolds in four chapters.
SULE SKERRY
The old stories gave the sea its own creatures. Not monsters, exactly, but not quite us either. According to an old Orkney ballad, Sule Skerry is the selkie homeland — a place that’s fully his for as long as he stays, though that was never going to be long. He’s caught here between his two worlds.
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OPHELIA no. 1
They say she drifted, strewn with flowers. They say she sang as the water took her. They say she took her life, but Shakespeare never allowed us to see it so generations of artists after imagined it.
And if Ophelia could speak to her fate, what would she say?
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OPHELIA no. 2
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OPHELIA no. 3
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OPHELIA no. 4
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ANOTHER HOUR no. 1
Years ago, inside one of Anthony Veasna So’s stories, I came across a poem about snow falling through the moon like a hole to somewhen, “made of nothing and causing everything.”
She dances here, weightless, lost in a world of her own. Unbound, she could be anyone, and so she is no one.
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ANOTHER HOUR no. 2
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ANOTHER HOUR no. 3
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ISHMAEL no. 1
Ishmael, that’s what he’d like us to call him. The sea took everything, but it gave him back. Moby-Dick is his, because he’s the only one left to tell it.
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ISHMAEL no. 2
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ISHMAEL no. 2
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ISHMAEL no. 4
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