Category: Moyra Davey

Moyra Davey

Dipping into the archive is always an interesting, if sometimes unsettling, proposition. It often begins with anxiety, with the fear that the thing you want won’t surface. But ultimately the process is a little like tapping into the unconscious, and can bring with it the ambivalent gratification of rediscovering forgotten selves.Rather than making new pictures why can’t I just recycle some of these old ones? Claim “found” photographs from among my boxes? And have this gesture signify “resistance to further production/consumption”? (96)

Moyra Davey

I am developing new coping mechanisms for lost words and lost negatives, as here for instance: compensate by describing the episode instead. When something is lost, redirect energy, follow the derivé, the chance and flow of what life tosses us, and make something new instead. Remember that I’m often struck by certain passages of descriptive writing, writing that is not about driving home a point but about providing detail, background, setting the scene (it’s tempting to call this the stadium of writing). It has a “something from nothing” quality: a pleasurable experience has been had, and no one has paid a price. Remember that writing does not have to be torture (107).

Moyra Davey

Dipping into the archive is always an interesting, if sometimes unsettling, proposition. It often begins with anxiety, with the fear that the thing you want won’t surface. But ultimately the process is a little like tapping into the unconscious, and can bring with it the ambivalent gratification of rediscovering forgotten selves.Rather than making new pictures why can’t I just recycle some of these old ones? Claim “found” photographs from among my boxes? And have this gesture signify “resistance to further production/consumption”? (96)

Moyra Davey

I am developing new coping mechanisms for lost words and lost negatives, as here for instance: compensate by describing the episode instead. When something is lost, redirect energy, follow the derivé, the chance and flow of what life tosses us, and make something new instead. Remember that I’m often struck by certain passages of descriptive writing, writing that is not about driving home a point but about providing detail, background, setting the scene (it’s tempting to call this the stadium of writing). It has a “something from nothing” quality: a pleasurable experience has been had, and no one has paid a price. Remember that writing does not have to be torture (107).