Excursie van de Chung Hsiok naar Pengalengan c. 1935 - 1936

This is an old photo album, with the title Excursie van de Chung Hsiok naar Pengalengan, and full of little black and white photos. I find photo albums so moving. They're these material testaments to memory and time, where the sequencing and display of images become a kind of personal storytelling. In this album, each photograph is meticulously placed, like a brushstroke in a larger composition. The sepia tones and faded contrasts speak of age and history, but there's a tactile quality to the way the images are pasted onto the pages. You can see the way the corners have come unglued, the residue of time and handling. It reminds me that art is not just about the image, but about the physical object, its textures, and its ability to evoke touch. Look at the handwritten captions beneath each photo. These little details are like the artist's notes, marking the passage of time and experience. I think of someone like Moyra Davey, who uses similar techniques of photographing and writing as a way to make sense of the world. Art becomes a way to hold onto these fleeting moments.