sam harris
Dad, photographed by me. Feb 2019
During his last night in hospital, on his way to the bathroom, he suffered a rupture in his large intestine. He collapsed, went back into surgery and my perspective on life-death would never be the same.
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“The Sound” from “Banhoek”
46.8 x 31.2 cm
Archival pigment print on 100% cotton rag.
Edition of 5 + 1 AP
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I started having a peculiar experience. While in conversation, I would get a flash of my own semblance as it appears to the other person. It is a profound moment.
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“Speak… only if you can improve the silence” from “Graaff 500”
62 x 38.46 cm
Archival pigment print on 100% cotton rag
Edition of 5 + 1 AP
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When I returned home I was struck by the reflection in the mirror. It was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. I was able to behold the reflection of this human being without any narratives of what he lacks or what he still needs to achieve. All I saw I was a biological miracle of a human being, staring back at me with bright eyes and an affectionate smile.
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“Suspend belief” from “Graaff 500”
62 x 38.46 cm
Archival pigment print on 100% cotton rag
Edition of 5 + 1 AP
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It was about 1 or 2 AM. I sat by the fire with my “3-D glasses” and gazed at the Big Bang. A song in the background triggered an image of my dad. Enamored with the present moment, unencumbered by regrets from the past or concerns for the future and suffused with a sense of wonder and empathy, a single thought of my dad was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Tears of appreciation arrived unannounced and decades of unexpressed gratitude disgorged from my nose.
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“I, specter” from “Graaff 500”
62 x 38.46 cm
Archival pigment print on 100% cotton rag
Edition of 5 + 1 AP
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Within 10 minutes of ingesting 5 grams of magic mushrooms my mind was flooded with a kaleidoscope of geometric shapes, more elaborate and resplendent than anything I have ever seen before. Time dissolved and I could no longer comprehend the passage of time except for the music, where songs had a beginning and end.
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