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Holding on For Your Call Photograph

Erika Cooper

United Kingdom

Photography, Digital on Other

Size: 13.3 W x 8.9 H x 11 D in

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From my "Telephone Games" series, exhibited as a part of "Strange Places" at the Brighton Photo Fringe 2010, accompanied by a telephone audio guide stored in what else but a painted red box. Artist's Statement: The old red phone box graveyard captured Erika Szostak’s imagination after her friend and eventual model, Nora, described catching a split-second glimpse of it through the window of the train to London. The surreal vision had passed so quickly that Nora couldn’t be sure that she hadn’t dreamed it, and over the next several months of searching, Erika began to wonder if perhaps Nora had invented it after all. Upon finally finding the yard, however, thanks to the vigilance of her husband, Erika knew she had to set up a shoot in its post-apocalyptic landscape of repetition, regeneration and decay. In the end, she hopes the photos convey a sense of playfulness with space and time and the way we communicate (and what that says about us), of timeliness and timelessness, of boundaries permeated and redrawn. In the spirit of bringing new life to old things, all prints have been mounted in salvaged and refurbished vintage frames, bringing the cycle of decay and regeneration of the old phone box graveyard into the presentation of the finished work. Audio guide: Jemma: There you are. I’ve been waiting for you to call. Welcome to Strange Places. Erika: “There’s this place,” she said. “I saw it from the train. You’ve got to see it.” Nora had seen an army of old red phone boxes lined up like proud aging sentries still standing guard for a bygone era, a time when their soundproofed glass walls meant privacy was still possible in public, and when “public” held different connotations than it does now. Upon Nora’s report, I knew instantly that I knew I needed to set up a shoot in that yard, even if took us four more months to find it again. To an American like myself, there are few things more iconically British and exotic than the cast-iron red phone box, an instantly recognizable symbol of an era passing into history, made all the more poignant by the cracking and peeling paint of those fallen into decay, visible contradictions to the sheer weight, solidity and permanence they must have once conveyed. Like once-gleaming Victorian public toilets, the phone boxes represent a time when the support for universal public provision remained ascendant over the encroaching forces of privatization still transforming the social and cultural landscape. I’m Erika Szostak. Thank you for listening to this audio guide on “Telephone Games.” To see the rest of the series, visit www.photomadly.com or www.flickr.com/photos/erikaszostak/sets/72157624237133128/with/4685046279/ Medium: Colour digital photograph Year Created: 2010

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Photography:Digital on Other

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:13.3 W x 8.9 H x 11 D in

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Born 1976, Indiana, USA; currently living in Brighton, U.K.Fine art work is available via my website, www.photomadly.com; some other places to keep up with my photography include the following. For regular updates, see www.flickr.com/photos/erikaszostakand for my journalistic work, see Demotix, www.demotix.com/users/eszostak/profileFor stock images, see Getty Images, www.gettyimages.com/Search/Search.aspx?assettype=image&family=creative&artist=PhotoMadly Outside the window of my flat, the Brighton Pier blinks on in its nightly show of sugared light & color. Each evening, the sky liquefies into the pinks and golds of melting Easter candy. A mad rush to the beach begins; cameras, tripods, zoom lenses & photographers, including me, hounding the sunset like starlings rushing the pier. Its a reliably beautiful sight, & hundreds of shutters clack away, all of us trying to capture something of its glory. Then I go home & I look at my photos of the lovely sunset and it always turns out: no matter how many times I take these photos, I never find them compelling enough. Yet I keep taking them, in the hope that if I keep at it, a story will reveal itself to me, that I might get it right.It has never been the perfect that has interested me; I prefer the funny, the broken, the mundane, the tattered, the discounted & the discarded, because these are the people & things with overlooked stories to tell. This is the same impulse that has always driven my work as a writer; it makes sense that it should also drive my aesthetic. In this way, I am less interested in the night on the town than I am in its aftermath and its detritus: the ripped tights, the half-eaten box of ketchup-soaked chips, the empty crisp packets & crushed cans of beer. I keep looking for the stories and beauty in all things, both the overlooked and looked-over, thankful that a camera makes that possible in countlessly untold ways.
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