Albanova Erindringsfysik 2014
Albanova – Memory Physics deals with the eye as a witness to and thus as a camera becomes the captivator of childhood memories.
The body is like a vessel where these memories are stored on atomic levels and thus passed on to the new generation.
Albanova – Memory Physics is an photographic installation of Biba Fibigers own story of loosing her farther at the same time as she gives birth to her son.
Going through childhood family albums she discovers a long forgotten portrait of her farther dating 14 years, which she found in her storage after his death.
The portrait becomes in the installation the subject of a ‘scientific’ search into the eye and the atoms of stored memories in herself and passed on to her newborn baby..
The eye, which presumably has stored this image and the bodys rediscovery of it unfolds itself into new imagery. .
Old stories retold with new beginnings.
Thus we are visiting the ‘eye’ in the ‘eyes’ own home. Here we are led from room to room as the portrait is worked on. Through collages, photograms and DIAS projections we get closer and closer to the image of her farther yet further and further away from the original (memory). Casts of her newbornbabys dipers function as sculptures as well as porcelain cups formed as 'emojis' are placed around to indicate emotionally ups and downs.
The negative film, crystal lenses,and the technicality of the camera lens as an eye is the material. -A material that is atomised and folds into new imagery
Biba Fibiger (DK) works installationary with experimental photography and objects. Together these shape what she calls ‘ensembles’. -Ensembles of imagery that creates greater stories.
I find the film from my hidings, of which I have forgotten everything. It is the pictures from the trip to Albanova with my farther.
What I saw is now folding into what I see and what I will see is the faded details of something to become.
Taking the photo I look through the eyepiece. I remember that the lens stores images in its folds, in order to reuse them. Edit them. Delete them. Change them.
We are located on what is later to be Albanova. There is a cave made of crystal Calcite. The area is made up of millions of atoms. -Atoms that wander through the body and thus leave their marks. Others are excreted. I try to focus, but I see only lens flares dancing. When I fold my hand I know it is hiding what I have just seen. Yet, when I find the film, I remember that I have forgotten about the trip to Albanova.
I fold the film and I put it into the microscope. I look through the eyepiece. The faded details come closer to me. However, the larger picture is now disappearing into the lens’ objective. In that sense nothing gets any closer.
There are the two portraits, one with the dish in focus, the other with the face in focus.
The image is a world of its own that I haven’t seen since.
The contrast in the light and the colours from the green rocky landscape is thrown into the black and white cave. It functions as a natural Polaroid against reality.
I take one more glance at the film. It moves smoothly through my fingers. The developed images merge and create new images for the projection.
Everything disappears behind the caves convex crystal wall. Atomised. Erased. Folded.