Observe a crisp delicacy in the act of isolationism.
Listen to the cunning precision in an absence of sound.
Pause where desolation of space coincides with character lost.
And whatever you do… do not disrupt the quiet.
Hollow is the echo of photographer Ina Jang’s blank canvas, occupied by something shy of stark emptiness. Figures, so lifeless I can’t bring myself to identify them as human, simply wait. For what or whom, no one can predict.
Jang’s work is literature: Complex and multiplying in concept if you choose to look close enough, ready and willing to be interpreted in any and every direction, and almost obnoxiously thought provoking. Amidst the space so obviously stagnant, the significance of time, emotion, and identity is for once, irrelevant… in fact, fictitious.
In honor of Jang’s ideology, I halt here with cautiousness in not polluting my message nor hers with the excessiveness of any further script. You are free to meet the minimalist: Ina Jang. Just remember to hold your breath.
And whatever you do…do not disrupt the quiet.
