Lukita Maxwell Instagram – I recently bought my first medium-format camera. I’d never shot 120mm on my own before. I bought a pack of Ilford HP5. My first photos are of Ludlow Street and ‘Line of Sight’, Nick Rose’s one-day art show in New York City. The photos are riddled with technical errors. Hairs in the gate, film miswound, and somehow a double exposed frame. I’m fond of the photos. I’m fond of the adrenaline rush I get pulling the shutter of my new camera and I’m glad to have had it to document Nick’s work.
Basement B on 7th Ave between Avenue Crack and Avenue Death was sterile. The concrete steps led into an echo chamber of portraiture. The first piece to catch my eye is a yearly planner, hanging by its binding from the ceiling with connected pages falling to the floor. A puddle of empty dates. My eyes naturally found the piece to its left, a medicine cabinet propped open with a spring, a stopwatch ticking on the mirror’s face, and white clay antlers balanced over either side. Looking into the mirror, you see either yourself or the piece on the wall behind you: a self-portrait of the artist. It’s distorted, but it’s clearly a photo of Nick. He’s holding the antlers to his head, charging at the camera. The photograph, printed on a long sheet of paper, drapes past the crook of the ground and bleeds into the room. Resting on its corner, a feather, waterlogged by a puddle of water. The last piece is a framed drawing titled ‘Wet Feather’. It’s simple, and despite the fluorescent light and the soft cream of paper, it’s screaming dark thoughts at me.
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