To look at someone’s back. To see, and not being seen. When the show of looks is canceled, I can look at the men and their surroundings as though looking at an open landscape, as a space of discovery, as a form, as a texture. I can try to neutralize my complex relationship with them and their relationship with their environment. I am accustomed to looking backward. Here, what stands behind me and at my side, stands now in front of me.
Tamara Dekel London