When I think about the impermanence of media, I will usually think of how quickly-dispersed digital media blossoms and then quickly wilts, like the spores of a mushroom rapidly spreading and then dying out when there is nothing left to feed upon. With this rapid proliferation of media, the image becomes disposable and only the memory of it remains. In his video essay “How Can We Bear To Throw Anything Away?”, Jacob Geller explores this sad truth of physicality and ephemera, taking a look at how both the disposability of the internet and the everpresence of it are contradictory dual-realities that everyone comes across when it comes to how we picture the internet versus how we view physical media.
So when Frampton takes his photographic work and places it on a burner, how can he do this? Michael Snow narrates over them, expressing Frampton’s notes ahead of time before we see the image. The image we see shrink and decay is one we have to hold in our memory as we hear a remembered account of contents of a different photograph, monologued to us by a man representing the author. The intangibility of memory comes up against the physicality of media, preserved here upon a different piece of media. It’s powerful.
Recently, my iCloud storage hit its maximum, slowly filling with photographs I’ve had since 2017 till today. I went to back up what was on the cloud onto a physical hard drive and despite that I found it hard to want to delete any of these photographs off of my cloud. After all, the cloud is meant to be copied and accessible across my other devices - namely my phone and my tablet. I look at these images and I am reminded of those very moments of my life. Pictures of my dog, of selfies I took, progress pictures I took at the beginning of my so-called “fitness journey”, pictures of friends at events, artwork I’ve drawn, screenshots I’ve taken, photographs of recipes, etc. each one of them carries a memory, a memory that I could not confidently say that I could recall without them. Does my memory exist sans the representation of the memory? Will there be a time when I see these photographs and remember nothing? Are the photographs holding the memories themselves?
When I think about the impermanence of media, I will usually think of how quickly-dispersed digital media blossoms and then quickly wilts, like the spores of a mushroom rapidly spreading and then dying out when there is nothing left to feed upon. With this rapid proliferation of media, the image becomes disposable and only the memory of it remains. In his video essay “How Can We Bear To Throw Anything Away?”, Jacob Geller explores this sad truth of physicality and ephemera, taking a look at how both the disposability of the internet and the everpresence of it are contradictory dual-realities that everyone comes across when it comes to how we picture the internet versus how we view physical media.
So when Frampton takes his photographic work and places it on a burner, how can he do this? Michael Snow narrates over them, expressing Frampton’s notes ahead of time before we see the image. The image we see shrink and decay is one we have to hold in our memory as we hear a remembered account of contents of a different photograph, monologued to us by a man representing the author. The intangibility of memory comes up against the physicality of media, preserved here upon a different piece of media. It’s powerful.
Recently, my iCloud storage hit its maximum, slowly filling with photographs I’ve had since 2017 till today. I went to back up what was on the cloud onto a physical hard drive and despite that I found it hard to want to delete any of these photographs off of my cloud. After all, the cloud is meant to be copied and accessible across my other devices - namely my phone and my tablet. I look at these images and I am reminded of those very moments of my life. Pictures of my dog, of selfies I took, progress pictures I took at the beginning of my so-called “fitness journey”, pictures of friends at events, artwork I’ve drawn, screenshots I’ve taken, photographs of recipes, etc. each one of them carries a memory, a memory that I could not confidently say that I could recall without them. Does my memory exist sans the representation of the memory? Will there be a time when I see these photographs and remember nothing? Are the photographs holding the memories themselves?
