I search for images every day. I have various sources; sometimes I search by subject and sometimes I am swayed by the monotonous sequence of a photo-feed.
I have been collecting certain video stills from a very particular event for some time, an event in which a certain individual in a certain-colored shirt is performing an action. I am a little reluctant to say what the color is; my monitor settings might be off and I’d regret that what I am really seeing is, say, an everyday blue instead of that word-defying shade of what-have-you. The color of the individual’s shirt cannot be rightly put to words.
I have a small cache of images featuring a certain individual in a certain-colored shirt rummaging through a mess of something. Kneeling down, bending over, looking over the shoulder. I should include that the mess of something is not really some ‘thing’. It is a pile of people. It is a mess of dead bodies in a morgue somewhere in Iraq. The person in a certain-colored shirt is bending over a pile of bodies in a Haditha morgue, looking to find – or not to find – a relative or loved one.
I performed a sequence of movements based on the the images I have described above.