The Eastern Front never closed.
We live inside its elements still — a sealed historical interior, a parallel psychic architecture.
STALINGRAD
Stalingrad remains the center. A Kessel where these men exist between document and apparition.
I see them through the lens of time, a witness from a different front myself.
They move in a space larger than them, yet held in their full strength and individuality.
LETHE
I have always identified with Lethe — from decadent poetry and mythology, and as a witness.
She is the entrancing figure through whom this work moves: oblivion that chooses not to forget, lifting these men out of the half-erased.
The photographs they never saw now carry them.
The work continues as quiet resurrection in distilled light.
I make it because my existence feels tied to it.
It feels less like choice than necessity.
The enclosure holds.
A PRESENCE EMERGES
From the new series.
One of these men, refracted through time, never having seen the image that now holds him.
Still inside the Lethean enclosure.
THE ENCLOSURE HOLDS
You Are Still Inside It is a long-form body of work on the Eastern Front, with Stalingrad at its gravitational center.
It constructs a historical interior where the figures are presences, not symbols.
Unknown men whose unresolved narratives rise from a rupture that never fully closed.
The meta-anomaly remains: the subject who witnessed himself never witnessed the printed image.
One of many unresolved ends on the Eastern Front, which I relate to light and manifest through my eyes.
The process begins in a Jungian, pre-verbal register — a bodily recognition, permission granted from within the image itself.
Lethe moves through it: both forgetting and the refusal to let remain forgotten.
This is clarification and realignment.
WE ARE ALL STILL INSIDE IT.
THE FRONT NEVER ENDED.